Sick feeling in my stomach
it feels like August rain
my hands shake and tremble
lonely in the pain
written on my face is a smile
for all to see
to believe, to fake it until
it festers inside of me
my facade is slowly crumbling
let it slip once or twice
never more than an afternoon
lest I pay the price
worry not for me will I say
when they never seem to ask
stare at me like I'm blind
then laugh your masquerade mask.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
