Poems

Faces

I walked into the bathroom,
peered into the mirror,

I loathed what I saw,
Tears streaking my face.

I loathed what I was,
A hot broken mess.

I loathed who I was,
A dirty little liar.

What face should I wear?

I asked myself.

I asked that the morning after,
The night before.

Should I wear the safe face?
The one people all know?

The happy, smiling, sunny one?
Truth still untold?

Perhaps I wear the true face,
The one they have yet to be told?

The frowning, scowling, dirty one?
Anger flowing from the soul?

Or should I wear the hidden one?
The one people have all seen?

The blank, lost, emotionless one?
Nothing coming to form a pole.

Or perhaps I shouldn't show,
my faces to them all?

Perhaps I could pretend,
Just forget, just ignore.

My tears stop,
Realization strikes.

If only I hadn't cried,
If only I hadn't lied.