Desolation

We hide behind smiles and laughter.

They all know she's happy and smiling,

But deep down her soul is dying,

Pain gnawing at her eyes,

She masks it with a smile,

A transient disguise,

Contentment is all they see,

Can you see the flaws in her disguise?

Can you see the agony in her eyes?

Author's Note

Hopefully others will read this and know someone cares, Someone sees the mask.

Reviews

[Outcast]

Ghosts are real, and monsters are real, too - however, they do not hide under our beds; they live inside of us. They do not tell us this when we're young, this, I believe, is the reason we are doomed to this desolation - born to bend until breaking is the only other option.

[Alessander]

The format is interesting. The last word are basically repeating.

Smile/ing/eyes, dying/disguise

Conceptually, I think of Dante, how he said true hell is repetitive

Also brings to mind Elito "we must prepare a face for the faces that we meet"

Knowing some ppl who've committed suicide, you never really know until it's too late. I remember being surprised that Rodney Dangerfield was clinically depressed. He had a great quote "I'm depressed, not depressing"

That speaks for many 'closeted' depressed.

Good title too. May or may not be a nod to Joy Division.

poignant piece.

[PoeticSorcery]

I know where you're coming from. I no longer wear a mask myself, I tore it off and threw it into the sea.

[Misery]

Insightful and perceptive.
Honest poetry is always worth the pain and worth sharing. Thank you, dear poet.

[Duckey]

I like this poem very much, especially the beginning. "She masks it with a smile, a transient disguise" is a great few lines, very well put together, i love it. Keep up the great work!

[Anonymous -]

Def can relate to that , I liked it , made me remember similair feelings I've had. I liked your writing !