I don't like my face.
It's not expressive like everyone else's.
I always have this happy look on my face, even when I'm anything but.
My dirt brown eyes don't cry.
My full lips don't frown.
And my button nose doesn't crinkle in pain...
You could say my mask is superglued on.
Unless I want you to know how I feel, you won't.
Unless I project my feeling out and force my eyes to display their real feeling, you would never know.
Never know how I really feel.
Never know how I really look.
You will never know what's happening to me on the inside.
And you'll never know why I am this way.
I don't like my face.
YOU ARE READING
I need to get my mind Write
PoetryIf you find a book similar it is also mine, one was for my Senior Project back in high school and this one is a bit more raw. This is a book of my poems. My fears, my past, my hopes, my dreams. Maybe you'll find something relatable in here.
