MyselfA Poem by Sarah Marie
Distracting myself
Is not an easy task When I am blinded By my tears; Hating myself Is much simpler, Being loved My greatest fear- If I am loved, I will surely only Be hurt over And over again; It does not matter If it is by A stranger or parent, Sibling or friend. I know I will get hurt. It is always the same Sad, hopeless story- I must walk away When I cry To a place of privacy Where others cannot prey. When I cry, I hug myself Because I am too proud To let others hear my sigh; When I cry, I rock back and forth In vain hope to soothe The tears from my eyes; I never cry out of anger But of fear and pain and guilt- Guilt is the most often, Guilt is the real danger. When I am done Sniffling and silently Bawling, I wonder if My sadness was seen by anyone; I look into the mirror And force myself to smile; I practice it for a moment While wiping away a tear. I do this well, An expert on hiding My truest thoughts, My want to wail; Once my smile seems real Even though it is fake, I tell myself I cannot show How I really feel. I fix my face With my lying make-up, Dabbing at the corners Until there is no trace Of the tears at the skin Below my gaze; Even though I have cried, I consider this a win For I have kept My hurt a secret; I am victorious Even though I have wept. I cannot look the source Of my tears in the eye Or else they will return And only become worse; "I am fine," I tell myself Even though this is a lie- People will never understand How strongly I hate myself. © 2012 Sarah MarieReviews
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1 Review Added on September 17, 2012 Last Updated on September 17, 2012 AuthorSarah Mariemy own world...come visit me!, SCAboutAspiring starving artist: Bachelor's degree in English, minor in professional writing, concentration in writing, unofficial concentration in British literature...2017 more..Writing
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