When the world isn't looking

Identity

You feel loneliest in the middle of crowds, 
Your demon's find their voice in the core of your doubts, 
You tell your self You've come so far from the broken girl you used to be,
And in the morning you never spend to much time looking in the mirror afraid of what you will see.

A lot has changed, 
But not much has changed.

You've Taken on a personality that would fit and convinced your self of a truth, 
So every morning you wake and wear your smile like a golden suit,
Before you step into the world, 
The world that you live in, 
A world unforgiving of any sin, 
A world that is a mere reflection of where you have been, 
Smiling through tragedy, 
Bravado covering your fragality.

But when the world isn't looking, 
You are still the broken little girl, 
Decorated with her mother's lipstick and pearl

But when the world isn't looking,
your thirteen again, 
Burning your throat with whisky in hope's of keeping sain

But when the world isn't looking,
The thirst for love you buried in the depths of the earth comes back to life again, 
Leaving you Tugging at the sleeves of broken men

When the world isn't looking, 
A lot has changed, 
But not much has changed.

Author's Note

Reviews welcome

Reviews

[T0TS]

There's a saying...'change is constant'...yet more of the same stuff we deal with in different generational times...I like poems with substance and thought...nicely done.

[purpleray]

Thank you very much

[T0TS]

You are most welcome