Today Someone Asked Me if I was Happy with My Life

This is not a happy poem. Its not the MOST disturbing, but I think its beautiful anyway...of course I'm biased...

 

Today someone asked me

If I was happy

With my life;

Over and

Over; are you satisfied?

My teeth are shredded by

The lies passed through them.

Later, I lay in

Bed screaming,

Feathers hard on my face

Straining shrieks

Through my ruined mouth.

Author's Note

Titles are an issue for me, have you noticed yet? Any ideas?

Reviews

[Seriana]

I hear ya on the titles. I HATE coming up with them, but when I do, then need to be powerful, at least to me. Hum, I REALLY like this one. Let's see, the only thing I can suggest is what I do. I think of an emotion that the poem evokes in me, then I hit the thesaurus and hunt down a word that mimics the emotion. Good luck with it! I know how difficult it can be. :)