Masquerade: Bitten tongue.

The darkest corner is where I linger,
Analyzing others much like myself.
Who do I think I'm kidding...
No one here is anything like me.
Socializing over silly named drinks,
basking in over dramatized affairs.
I sit back and swallow my rage.

The crowd is growing rapidly,
yet I feel as though I occupy
the entirety of the room alone.
I watch my smoke rise and disappear,
if only life could be that easy.
I'd roll myself in nicotine,
and wrap myself up tight.

This world is a constant masquerade,
all hides behind masks and fabrications.
Honesty is dangerous in a room of liars,
I bite my tongue until I taste iron.
There's no place for me here.
The city streets offer silence,
the only thing that spews the truth.

I run from all the echos and whispers,
much like they run from all that's real.

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

There's a truth written here not many writers will express, and it's done in a free-verse flow which is exquisite. When you look at people and see what they really are, rather than what they want to show you with their masks; and you know if you try to let the real you shine through, the farcical crowd will cut you to pieces for not going along with them and their ways. I used to suffer a lot of that (still got a few scars along with my nightmares and flashbacks, too; it sucks, but no matter how long it takes to you to heal from the past, you don't come through all of it without getting scarred; physically, mentally, or spiritually, ya know? The marks are still there, like old wounds, and sometimes they can seal up and sometimes they can open back up wide. That's just life and life's pain, I guess) [sorry for rambling again]

Seriously though, this is an awesome poem. (I love the free-verse formula of poetry).

[Bare trees]

Your honesty and creativity shine through on this poem. Feeing alone in your own skin around other people can be a terrible feeling. I used to get stared at because of my pale complexion all the time. Still do occasionally. It feels like your body is crinkling up like a soda can. I decided to live and be happy and ignore it all. Your a talented writer, keep it up.

[symmetryAsymmetry]

Dude...
Awesome.

[symmetryAsymmetry]

I read it again...and again, it blew away whatever was spared last time.

[symmetryAsymmetry]

BLEW ME AWAY!!!
This deserves a standing ovation...
It's so forceful and yet so perfectly balanced...but forget about all that...it's a masterpiece, enough said!

I share this rage and sheer hatred towards the world...like it's all fit to be just burned down... or simply left alone like you did here.
Just awesome.

[...]

Wow, it is like you took the thoughts out of my head and wrote them down for me. Saying that, I obviously love it. I especially love the part about it being a constant masquerade which is the particular debate I was having with my psyche about the world I live in. Very well done. I really appreciated reading it.