Lunchroom lonlieness

Too personal to share with people I know... But by that logic, it's safer on the Internet.

The hair on my head hold memories,
and as it lengthens, and
as its shorn
I forgive.

My eyebrows shape my personality
and as I trim, and
tweeze,
I evolve.

My eyelashes grasp at appearances
and as I coat, and
curl,
I flow

like a faucet, down the drain of unanimity and pretense
and the water
it gets hotter, scorching
as all my tears meld together,
rejoice and loneliness and goodbye and hello and why and what now and hatred and love and longing and worry and I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE

Passion plugs the drain and the sink overflows with my unpopular beliefs and my failures and my lies and my differences, my other worldliness that makes me stick out in a lunchroom,

but except I don't stick out, not really, not among billions

Big picture, panorama with everyone I've ever met or saw or ever will meet and I am nothing but a stupid smiling face

and it's not even a real smile, it's forced, because the sun is too bright and I've been standing too long and

When we really get down to it, when we look past the confidant, opinionated me, we see the little girl hiding behind her hair
alone in the lunchroom

Reviews

[Jane Taylor Hardy]

A beautiful write...very honest. How many times to we hide behind facades....love that you shared this! Nicely inked.

[Ron Spice]

Rest assured, you will not go unnoticed here. The theme of Appearance vs. Reality is taken to a personal level in your poem, as the speaker finds out for herself who she really is and not who the world believes her to be. I can feel both sides of her: the shy little girl and the confidant woman. Keep up the exquisite work!