Every morning when I wake up
I put on
My emotional makeup
The true me, dispersed & long gone
While the day drags on
My throat closes
As my tears threaten to trickle
My ears forever open
My heart always broken
My eyes wide open
I can't let them see
My emotional acne
They judge me
Then I bleed
The acne leaves me scarred
Battling the problems
If they see me with out my makeup
They'll hurt me
With their words
I want to go natural
But I'm afraid of the ridicule
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PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
