I wake up every morning,
And clothe what's left
Of tired bones and ash
In false truths of skin and beauty.
I tell everyone "I'm fine."
I smile at them warmly,
Waiting for someone
Who sees through my facade.
I come home every night
And look at myself in the mirror,
And for a moment,
I see what they see.
I see a bright smile,
A healthy glow,
Two shining eyes,
A happy girl.
But then
I notice what they miss,
The bags under my eyes
From a sickness that roils beneath the surface.
I notice the turned down sides of my lips
From too many fake smiles,
The tinge to that healthy glow
From the darkness threatening to envelope me.
I sigh and walk away,
Climbing into bed to sleep,
Welcoming any form of release,
Before getting out of the bed in the morning,
And starting all over again.
Maybe someday I will break this pattern
Of hurt and pain and loss,
Of misunderstanding and misery,
But not today.
I got through the motions
Over and over again,
Forcing lifeless lips to take a breath,
Forcing these bones and ash to live again.
I go to school,
I finish my work.
I watch as bony hands
Complete tasks created by plastic people.
I go through the same motions
Over and over again
Until one day,
Something changes.
I find someone
Not made of plastic,
But rather,
Made of glass.
And maybe,
That was what I needed all along.
A friend
Who was as broken as I was.
Another
Who understands
Crippled bodies,
And fractured minds.
I guess life is hard,
And maybe it is,
But sometimes
Skeletons
And glass people
Can find a way
To heal broken bones,
And mend shattered hearts.
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Poems
PoetryA collection of some of the poems I've written. Some of the poems are in fact set in the same world, but not all of them have anything to do with each other. Read a few to find out if you like them, I promise they're pretty short. :)
