A Glimpse Behind The Make Up

I express myself through poetry.. it helps me think clearly and say exactly what needs to be said. I felt that this needed to be said.

The words flow with the tears,  that are damp like the rain.  I must be gorgeous,  if beauty is pain.  Your words, they hurt;  but not as much as mine.  A walking travesty,  yet you call me a dime.  Evil and twisted,  sick deep inside.  So very much to say,  but to who can I confide.  Fight back the tears,  they can’t see me cry.  Emotionless I seem,  with nowhere left to hide.  Feeling breathless again?  Why? There’s plenty of air.  Please don’t put me on this pedestal,  where none can compare.  I am heartless, I am evil.  I am sorry, it is true.  All I can hope,  is that I won’t destroy you.  You’re fragile and dependent,  so very easy to break.  So listen to these words,  and make no mistake.  Don’t call me beautiful,  you haven’t seen the scars:  and don’t tell me that I’ll be okay,  I barely got this far.  Made with layers,  I appear to be sane.  But inside of my head,  darkness calls my name.  A simple little girl,  let down to many times.  My only way to speak,  is words put into rhyme.  Quiet as a mouse,  yet sick as fox.  I’ve been pushed down too many times,  like a stack of wooden blocks.  Got back up, now Im broken,  ‘injured beyond repair.  What I’ve learned is when you’re down

Author's Note

I didn't write this to "beat myself up." Its just an expressive poem.