Smoke Screen

Smoke Screen
My Smile is my smoke screen,
I’m hiding the pain behind it.
The pain that others caused,
I was just the young girl who…
let it happen over and over again.
The tears run down slow and steady,
Building a Stream down my face.
With each tear streaming down,
Out comes the weakness I buried…
Deep inside of me there’s part of the lost.
I love the innocence, the youth, and 
Bottled it up. They Labeled it depression.
I Label it destruction, a pity and a plead.
I don’t cry for help, I don’t scream, It’s…
Just another bottle to add to the collection.
A collection of well kept secrets…
Secrets nobody would dare to believe.
Swept Under the carpet, Another secret.
Another pain, Another Secret, Locked in a closet.
The closet I call my heart.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i saw something here...just a suggestion...i saw two poems...

"deep inside me there's a part of the lost" would be a perfect place to stop poem one.

then the rest is terrific metaphor using the idea of the bottle locked in the closet with the rest of the collection.

just thoughts...but i would separate them.

two different metaphors...

such good writing.

jacob

[BryanaBear]

Thank you for the suggestions :)

[zainul]

Very nice write.
Metaphor of smile with smoke screen is amazing.
Again calling the heart as a closet is simply awesome.

[BryanaBear]

Thank you

[zainul]

You are welcome,lovely poet :)

[Nick.B]

A very dark and raw poem, with an interesting imaginary, good job

[BryanaBear]

thanks