On Display

It was disappointment

Cold empty eyes

Staring into nothingness

Blank as a clean slate

That never really got washed

 

She stood there

Poised and elegant

Back erect

Cloths perfect

Feeling nothing inside

 

But that's how it should be

Seen but not heard

Your a lady after all

Its your job to exude beauty

To be the example of grace

 

Who cares what you feel

Who you are

Who your not

 

You can be empty

A disappointment

With  an erect back

And perfect cloths

And a vacant smile

 

Because after all who cares whats inside

When you've got such a pretty container

To hold it in.

Reviews

[melissa]

Great poem