Look at you,
Practicing your smile in the mirror.
We still see,
The pain behind your eyes,
But they'll try to deepen it,
With all their bitter lies.
You've given up,
The false grin that covers your lips,
The mask you have,
To pretend there are no scars on your hips.
You're a slave to the words,
The promise of unending hate,
Coming from unsatisfied lives,
Of heartless people,
Who can't be satiated,
Even through the lies they created.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
