They smile, laugh,
Do just about everything.
They cheat, lie, steal.
Some are nice, and some hide pain.
They're a mystery.
Sometimes, I try
To figure out the face in the mirror.
It it hiding it's pain?
Is it a liar, a cheater?
Is it nice?
How will it be?
And I grin a long wide grin.
I am satisfied with my face.
It hides everything well.
YOU ARE READING
Everything, Nothing
PoetryYour dreams are supposed to give you solace, but what if what followed was filled with pain, desolation, and confusion? You want to do something, but you are clueless. All you know is that everything's wrong, and nothing's right. Enjoy the poetry...
