Image of Me

Peer into this mirage of myself

look at the web of lies I weave

look at the smile I paste on my face

as if everything was in its place

you ask how I am

I say everything is okay

but deep inside my life is in dismay

if you actually cared you would really see

but no one takes time to really know me

its always my fault

I push everyone away

I want them to witness only the truth I portray

I am too afraid to show whats inside

it’s so much easier for me just to hide

to retreat inside a shell I keep

let the nightmares eat me alive as I sleep

and then new day brings more struggle to survive

sometimes I just don’t see the need to be alive

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February 26, 2006

great poem… aww your not on msn yet :(.. i should be on most of the day

February 27, 2006

Great poem, and it reminds me of the something I read, about people and identities. Often, we whisper, “If they knew the real me then…” And it’s a curious statement, because why do we hide the real us? True, it can be painful to open up to those around us, but what is gained by hiding our Self? Your writing skills are exceptional, put them to task – Who Are You? (I certainly want to know.)