Vulnerable

I refuse to let them see my crying.

Outside I am alive, but inside I am slowly dying.

There is no chance in hell I'm going to let them see me cry.

My protection unmarred will unravel if my eyes are not dry.

My shame will not allow me to lay naked amongst disapproving eyes.

Instead I masquerade in layers of oppression as a genius disguise.

The only time I am safe is when no one is around.

Solitude double edged sword because alone my emotions attack me like a vicious bloodhound.

The beast is a relic that reminds me how ugly, weak, stupid, and unstable I really am.

As clever as the diabolical wolf dressed like a sweet virgin lamb.

The bloodhound applauds me in how deluding my disguise has been.

Sleep is the only escape from this debilitating succession

 

Reviews

[EMMIE]

Wow...such unique concept and very well written! Filled with emotion.

[persianleopard]

This is familiar to me. The two faces of one person. I have worn these in former times. Excellent poetic journaling. Good writing. :)

[Skye]

I have been known to try and escape into my dreams. I love your wording, and how you speak of her unhappiness and her determination to stay standing in a beautifully written way.