Shaky Hands
Shaky hands
Wiping at tears
Swatting at voices
Cleaning up blood.
Raggedy breath
Continuing on breathing
Wishing to be stopped
Slowing then quickening.
Rope lying untied
Pills unswallowed
Veins whole.
Masks
Fake smiles
Fake eyes
Fake breaths
All part of masks.
I refuse to live naked.
Everyone has makeup
and mine covers up
the most secretive of blemishes.
Maybe a Coin?
Glared at
while walking
down the halls.
Scouring myself
to be pure.
Not sure what I am.
Maybe a coin,
both heads
and tails
all at once.
Even the sides are me.
And I hate it,
the pain I feel because of it.
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BSpoems' Poem Collection
PoésieI write poetry on my spare time and a friend told me that I should put them here. So, here you go!
