I hurt
I heal
Something broken
Is something real.
Know one
Know all
No one will see you fall.
A mask as a face
A doll in your place.
A white rose turned red
Drop by drop
Spilt from your head.
Look into the mirror
In it you see
The doll you find
Appears to be me.
An empty shell
No soul
Half alive, not a whole.
A puppet on strings
Entertaining in another leader's rings.
Children in a line
Walk the highwire
Making an unnoticed sign.
They fall staining the ground
And the applause goes around.
YOU ARE READING
Just Me
PoetryI was a real big poet in high school. I found my old notebook and started a few again so... Might as well share something, right?
