So many lies
are covered up
With these eyes
That even a
Glimpse of a spark
Within them was
Snatched away by cruelty
Long ago
Leaving only a shell
Of what used to be
That persists to
Pretend to
Be okay
I remember writing poetry when I was your age. It was quite cliche and immature in many ways. I don't see that so much in what I've seen of your writing so far. This piece, in particular, strikes me. I think it was the closing which seals the deal for me, the idea of pretending to be ok. My mother wrote for much of her life, and one piece of hers in particular, one line out of the notebooks of writing which came to me, has stayed with me, I'm so sick of pretending to smile in spite of everything. You touch on something similar here, pretending to be ok (which is something I've had to do for much of my life) , and you do so beautifully. Thank you so much for sharing, Tiffany! I look forward to reading more of your poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes its a sad truth that behind everyone their is their sadness, thats why we have to put on brave faces and be happy