the tear filled metaphor

I don't know who I am anymore

I try to be brave and secure

I am just a window without a frame

an accident waiting to happen

waiting to shatter.

I am a broken vase

without repair

only mended

time and time again,

only I can see the cracks.

I can only cover them up.

doors of pain

sealing away the memories.

Hoping that one day

even i'd forget.

Covering myself

in a shield made of bark,

fragile, yet secure to the eye

hiding from the outside world,

to make them believe I am okay.

I am being eaten alive

by the parasites in my mind.

feeding off the darkness I produce

Reviews

[Pax]

You know my friend, I truly felt this, I remember the time I was used to be bullied because of me trying to be myself. When your unique you don't blend well, then your easilly notice-able to those bullies who love to see you flaws just to make fun of, to laught at... now that has changed... life has change me for the better... I hope you too, this piece spoke to me like it is me... there are times in our life that we are lost, too fragile... it is okay, it just means we are human, slowly descovering the ups and downs of our daily lives, like every friends tell me, it will turn out okay eventually,lost/bad times never last forever, with each survival it will make you more stronger to be better that you are in the past... Keep penning, great piece...

[Pixieblue]

Is it sad if this made me almost scream I KNOW at my computer screen.

[Josiah Morgan]

The words themselves are great.

[Alaska]

This is an amazing poem...do you need to talk...?

[acidmonkey]

no I wrote it a while ago.

[Rene Salinas]

I can come out straight as you are also musicly influenced and your poem goes very well with Jizzlober by Fnm which i just happened to have on the background while I was reading and this came to mind:

My skin is a layer of soot
I'm spending my days scrubbing
I'm trying so hard to act like nothing happened(no one left to blame)
I'm trying so hard to find that fresh clean smell(no one left to blame)

Smiles
Bruises
Smiles
Bruises
Bars in the womb
I hide my dirty minutes under the dirty mattress and they are making me itch
My time is spilt milk

It is innevitable that we are faced by situations that are of great difficulty and that pushes us to decide if we will want to learn and grow or cave in and subjugate. I hope it will make you stronger.
but in the meantime thankyou very much for sharing.

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

This is a great poem...I often feel Like I have to hide behind a mask because I have to many scars, or that I have to just fake happiness because truly I am jaded. This poem expresses all of that very well.

[acidmonkey]

You can talk to me anytime if you need to or want to. I know its hard to push through but I am always going to try to be a shoulder to cry on if you need it or anybody else does.

[Jessica Lynn Polley]

Thanks it good to know I have someone who will listen and I would like to extend the same to you...I think we could probably relate on somethings after reading some of your writings.

[acidmonkey]

Yeah i agree. We probably could

[Grace Marie]

I love this poem, it's so personal and emotional that it drew me in as soon as I started reading it. If you don't mind one suggestion, maybe don't use the word "I" so much. That's just something that always bothers me in poems. That might just be me though, but it's just something to think about.