When the best part of believe is a lie,
Nothing can be real,
Hiding from the truth,
We cower from ourselves,
FALSE! we cry!
Running fast,
Hearts beating,
As the sweat drips,
Down your face,
As we hide in shame,
And we once again,
Put on the mask,
To hide who we really are,
A fake,
A flake,
A lie!
I love this work! Your begginning seemed to be in what I'd call your defining style and your end was almost Dickinson-like. Keep writing! : D Oh, but, it seemed to be falling apart in the middle. I don't exactly know why, or if I'm just imagining it- can you tell me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great expression of experience! Thanks for sharing!