Missing vanity...A Poem by Lee W. Deason
Do you feel sick?
When you look into the mirror without a smile to hide behind. Are you okay? To drive around without your heart making a rhythmic sound. Do you feel sick? Knowing that the worst enemy is infectiously inside of you. A grin I can't wipe off my face. I'm comparing myself to disgrace. I'll step off, and kiss the open atmosphere goodbye. Then you will, see the end of what your about to miss. And it won't make sense. To you, a sincere remark. Dressed. In black laces and bows. Indirect. A simple decoy. To see if you'll bite the bait. I said, do you feel sick? When you look into the mirror without a smile to hide behind. You screamed are you okay? To drive around without your heart making a rhythmic sound. I said, do you feel sick? Knowing that the worst enemy is infectiously inside of you. And I am wearing,a grin I can't wipe off my face. And I am staring, I'm comparing myself to disgrace. As in you, I find a bad taste. Within you, it's reminds me... of when you would win. As in inside, I find it's not safe. Within here, strapped to the corners and its warping. As I saw, my reflection. It laid it out level. Some kind of connection. That I'm dying inside. As I saw, my reflection. It laid it out level. Some kind of connection. That I'm still alive inside. That I'm still alive inside. That I'm still alive inside. That I'm still alive inside. That I'm still alive inside. Do you feel sick? Listening to this noise within, echoing around and never calming down. Are you okay? To drive around without your heart making a rhythmic sound. Do you feel sick? When now you are okay, transient against the canvas of measurement. © 2008 Lee W. DeasonReviews
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