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