You Paint Me Wrong

By the firelight I see your eyes

across the room so filled with lies

A moment spent, a moment shared

Your fooling them, they think you care.

I know the reality of our broken life

I falsley smile as a happy wife

A perfect picture you love to paint

a picket fence and house so quaint

Except for me, you color me black

my failed attempts, the brain I lack.

Even the words you think I can't hear

they find me hiding and fill my ears.

The life I have lived has made me cold

but perhaps my emotions I've undersold.

You see, I'm not a heartless winch

In fact I feel everything, through every inch!

But even that you soon despise

you beat me down with all your lies.

The frozen truth the escape I need

doesn't come from you is safe in me.

No matter how hard you madly pound

my strength keeps me safe and sound.

The time I give is not a gift to you

it's for myself to get what's due!

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

The constant reminder of cold, whether it be in metaphor of concrete language makes this damn thing heartwrenching and sad. It pulls on the heart strings...f**k it not just pulls, but tears and stomps and cries. The initial reaction would be the victim is beaten down and unable to rise, then the rebirth of the concrete truth that the strength keeps you safe and sound

I am seldom a fan of rhyme schemes because normally its hallmark-y. Your rhyme scheme ADDS to the power of the innocence that is lost and gained.

Well done, Ms. Hubbard, well done

[wordaddict]

Heartfelt poetry enjoyed reading

[roarke]

This is a fine work of poetry. Smooth, rhythmic, clear, and a great insight to the inside looking outside. Very nice work.