Oh, how I try to keep myself together
Sewing each piece back into my perfect mask
Of course, I paste on my smile last
For it makes my cheeks burn with shame
Shame that I can't see how others see me
That all I see is a puddle of broken glass
Too shattered to even see
I'm practically gone now
Please tell me how
To truly live
Each thread pulls me closer to who I once was
But it's only an illusion
And the time will come
When all of these stitches will snap and break
And my true self will be revealed again
Just another broken girl
With a head full of rotted dreams
I've tried glue, and tape, and now thread
But nothing keeps the thoughts of my head
From flooding my lungs, my heart, my bones
And sometimes I feel as if I'm alone
With all these memories bottled up inside
There is nowhere that I can hide
Hide even from myself
If only I knew how to run from these feelings
Maybe I'd understand how to believe
In hopes, in dreams, in all those sappy things
But instead I'm left a lonely shell of shattered past
And this illusion, I suppose, I will have to make last
YOU ARE READING
where tears may fall.
Puisiwords unspoken and lost, skittering away to plant themselves on paper. i'd love to hear feedback [it may or may not be vital for my self esteem]; thanks for taking the time to read my sad, silly thoughts. [lowercase intended.]
