Open Poetry #37 |
Mirror of Disguise |
Astrogirl18 Junior Member
since 2006-05-03
Posts 16Canada |
Everything is happening all to fast, My haunts and fears creeping up from the past. It's all coming back, I don't know what for If I could make it stop by a hammer, or a slam of a door. Tears rush to my eyes, I can no longer hide my disguise. This mask has come undone, it won't stay on. I keep trying and trying but can't let anyone see this sad, feared, frightened girl this real face that has been crying starving and dieing. I'll hide my head wishing I was dead instead. For to face another day without my disguise, the truth of my life and pain will realized. Not to them but to me |
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