Porcelain

So fragile...

A tornado of confusion

Reels around my mind

As I sit here, dumbfounded

I can't help but wonder...

Who am I?

Sweet and innocent to the world,

Perfection in their eyes.

So why am I so wicked within?

This evil inside

Envelops me in a shroud of shadows.

I am revolting.

A rotting corpse,

Purifying from the inside out.

The stench of decay

Fills my nostrils.

The repulsiveness of my existence

Make my soul retch.

Self-imprisonment

Is the only way to keep

From self-destruction.

Does no one smell

This reeking carcass

Of decaying remains?

Alas, I am a grand thespian,

An artist of deception.

As I perish inside, 

They are oblivious

For my exterior shows another side;

A delicate, white porcelain figure,

Appearing hard as stone,

Not realizing how easily I shatter.

Don't move, don't breathe,

I may break apart

Vanishing in to dust,

Left in the mercy of the wind.

Reviews

[Nath]

Sometimes, our insides and our outsides mismatch. Sometimes, others can't tell what we feel like from how we look and behave, from how we appear.
And while most wish that somebody notices their distress, at the same time we WANT to look strong to others, and in most cases being emotional is seen as a sign of weakness.
Sometimes, though, people just aren't aware of anything because they don't want to. As astounding as their blindness can be sometimes.
Your descriptions are beautiful, the dark scene is really brought to live by your words. Simply amazing.
The actual questions go well with the stream-of-consciousness-character of your poem, it expresses the wonder that, as I assume, we all feel at times. Who we really are, why people see something different in us than what we think we are and why they are so blind at times.
Absolutely awesome.

[Twilight]

Although not in verses or rhyme, this is a descriptive narrative in which the reader is left with few opportunities to doubt the writer's meanings. I have reviewed some of her other poems recently, and noticed the references to an emotional state of self-loathing in at least one other poem by this writer. It is quite atmospheric and dark, with a sincere menace about it. Who will be next, to add a piece of work to my writing group? Thanks for sharing this with us - Scarlet! Perhaps, many more will follow? Let us hope so!

[Matthew Kult]

A fantastic read. An outstanding work.

Regards,

Matthew