MaskA Poem by S.A. KurzweilThere are moments in life when we are forced to introspect and honestly answer questions about who we are. Completed 2012.
I gave so much and still the only thing I ever earned was a memory
Yet I gave so little and still the only thing I ever earned was everything I'm quickly learning that I'm only worth the lies that I tell myself And I lie to myself now but I'm as intentional as these words But I'm quickly believing the things that I told myself I would never believe I like the convenience of knowing I can convince myself of anything I was taking from her the whole time without her even realizing She thought I was sweet, she thought I was selfless, but I know in the back of her mind she thought it was weakness She was a bow playing me like the strings of a violin, but she didn't know that I was the musician, playing with such elegance She never saw my darkness; no one can, just like she thinks no one can see her's I'm going my way, cutting my ties, living those lies Yet I'll pretend to do something completely different from behind my mask
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2 Reviews Added on July 1, 2015 Last Updated on July 21, 2015 AuthorS.A. KurzweilMAAboutSimply a long time writing enthusiast who is seeking knowledge and inspiration from the Writers’ Café community. My poems are an emotional outlet but I welcome reviews with acclaim or cri.. more..Writing
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