I fell on the pavement

A poem with one lie and one truth

It was a beautiful day

When I was walking down the street

Oh, no clue how I could overlook some

Portruding stone front of my feet

But I did, and so I fell

And my cheek saw red

And my skin it stung

And it started to swell

Beauty is pain, yes,

because the mirror

Makes you want to claw out your face

With distress

Makes you want to drag a nail along freckles

Until all of them sting

Wouldn’t that be sad to do

such a horrid thing

That will leave a scar

But am I not worthy of being acknowledged 

For my fear, my pain, my suffering 

In war

And then?

Lie to cover up your trails!

But no lie will erase

The sight of blood under your nails

Beauty is pain, yes,

Because I fell, on the pavement

Not in this way should a girl live through

A permanent engravement

Author's Note

A very personal poem again. How lucky am I to have everything rhyme so easily. I hope that none of you have to deal with my weird situation ever. You can try to decipher this, but it’s all laid out for you quite literally.

-Light