wishing for a smile

you think after a while all your feelings will go numb ...
your mind go blank or maybe dead...
that's not true sadly,
your feelings amplify turning everything into misery
eating away
leaving you with only the scraps left to work with.
you grow mad ,lonely unable to feel alive
empty ness it drives you CRaZy
nobody understands they don't turn there heads,
care enough to think twice.
she's ready to break snap in two you don't event notice .
caring the weight of the world on her shoulders
still with a smile pasted on her face,
good actor ,not good enough .
the only way you can really get that girl to smile
is to cut me ear to ear.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

First off. It's good to pour you emotions into your ink. Tis far better than other outflows of emotion. I think with this piece I'm left with this echo in the wind...
The echo says, "Who am I, What do I want, and Where do I want to go?" Those echoes fill the outer rooms of the house that makes up an individual. They are the first that people tend to see and the ones that most people remember. While those first questions may differ per person, the placement of those rooms do not. So... to under stand this poem in the way I'd like to... I must ask, what do you store in your front three rooms? and are those things the same things that you would wish for people to see or know about who lives in the house of you?

Imagine meeting someone for the first time and you're sitting across from them at a table in a coffee shop... what do you present in those first three rooms? While it's true that a person is comprised of many more rooms than just that... often times... it's what's in those first three that influence what things are placed into the remaining rooms. What do you see in other peoples front rooms?

I know... probably kinda crazy to think about it that way... but I realized something while reading this piece... If you can say you're CRaZy... then you are more alive that many who are not. =)

Thanks for sharing your ink!
Aaron - Wolfwind

[Solitary Traveler]

My dear girl, it already sounds like you are breaking, or are broken. A pasted on smile is easily seen through if someone cares enough to look. Everything said can be rehashed, broken down, turned inside out, and eventually, the intent is lost in the thoughts that bounce around inside our heads, reducing a simple "hello, how are you?", into "Why did you try to talk to me? I've no interest in you." I don't know what weight you carry, or how heavy it is, but there are many here who will listen. Damn. This got to me. Well written.

[unbrakable fragile girl]

It sounds like you understood my writing very well, it's very nice to know I can make the readers understands and feel what I do ,thank you for your review it means a lot .