Poker Face

What a bright ray of sunshine this is...-.-'

I stumble around the twists and turns

Of my fucked up and confused mind.

Opinions and phrases people have told me

Mean nothing anymore, they're just words.

Nothing more.

Truth is not spoken in these harsh words, 

Only lies are screamed at my ears to try and

Make me fall for their warm, inviting traps, only

To have them crash down on me when the find

I'm useless.

But the solitary confinement of my head is

Just what keeps me alive and conscious of people's

True desires and wants and needs and everything

They hide from me under a thin layer of innocence

And smiles.

The little hope whispers softly at the back of my

Head, pleading me to stop and give you a chance.

But the murmurs are not loud enough for me to take

Heed and follow, so I shut the walls and glare at life with

Narrowed eyes.

It trips me up a few times, enough to allow me in 

Catching a glimpse of "What could have been", but even

That will not silence the shrieks inside to stop telling me to

Blank everyone and keep a layer of "I'm okay" on me, much like

Everyone else.

Now the trick here is to pile it on so thick that you end

Up feeling as if you're really alright and that you're really

Okay. And then, if you ever do get too close to a certain being,

It pierces you in the guts and scratches against your heart

To tell you that the

Poker Face Failed.

Reviews

[{A}shley {B}lack @-;-]

A fantastic piece I loved the vocabulary used detailing a very descriptive mask or poker face as you put it I'm almost at a loss for words its raw and dark and making me tingle great piece of writing keep them coming this has favourite written all over it thank you for sharing

100/100