White Tears

If I'm not real or fake... what am I...?

Like pale slivers of nothingness
They trickle down my fair face
Crossing over my red lips
And dropping from my painted cheeks

Fake thought are as bland
And meaningless, as my existence.
My porcelain skin-- my fake appearance--
Wears off to reveal my vivid pink face

What personality is not my own
Is the one others see
But is not real as you or me
What is real is this:

Me, hunched over a note pad
Self-secluded
Saddened
Humbled
Little
Girl
..

I'm small
Smaller than a mouse.

Like the cowardly lion, I look big at first
But then chastise me-- cut me to the bone
And I shrink
So small
You can hardly see.

Vanity
Guilt
Throughout the days, I grow tall and mighty
Right until I'm cut down again
The cycle goes on and on
Until I am mush
No longer there
In plain sight.

I am like an ornament
So beautiful and made of glass
Yet so fragile, so easily broken
Be careful of my fractures; they're very deep.
Be careful of my skin, so papery and weak.
Don't break my heart; it just healed
It's very sensitive to torment

So, here I will be
The concealer being washed away by my tears
Turning them white as they run down my face
And turning my cheeks gray.

Author's Note

Never think you're better than everyone else
1. It's bad
2. You'll get so puffed up, giving others the oppertunity to burst your bubble

If you're having trouble reading the very small lines, just let me know and I'll fix it. I dunno if anyone can read that; I can, but I have very good vision sooo yeah...

Reviews

[WordMaster]

What an unusual way to express a feeling or two

Although I enjoyed the read, I didn't feel the emotion I believe you were trying to convey

Making the words smaller was clever, but I'm not sure it was necessary

Thinking you're better than anyone else is not the cause of a problem, we all better at something then someone else � however, we should use that to help rather then making others feel inferior

Keep writing

[Angelic Darkness]

This reminds me of the charateristics of a doll...all fragile, then the warmth
of acknowledgement and we are alive again. This is a wonderful poem full of
raw emotion. To me this poem says we can all we broke down.

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[Alysa]

Beautifully written.