Am I good or am I bad?
Am I happy or just sad?
Whatever you might think or say
you only see what I portray.
Perhaps I am your better self
the one you strive to be,
or just a shadow of the image that I let you see.
I hide behind the words I speak,
The smile so very languidly,
with gentle ease, appears in view..
but none of that is me…..
No one knows of all my fears
or things I aspire to..
You only know the person that
I care to show to you.
But is that any different from each of us I say?
Our face is janus and we never really know which way
we face, is it the side that makes us someone nice to know?
Or maybe not, but shows the face of one we should not show.
Can horror hide its thrust behind a painted smile?
and kindness be an empty move we practice for a while.
You don't know me....
You never will....
Enigma is my name,
but I'm in perfect company
as we are all just the same
Lodigiana a most splendid and well written thought provoking poem that presents more questions than answers and thank heavens for that. Sometimes a reader needs required stimulation, a dark wake call, a slap in one's face. To motivate them and see the light and shadow that exists in us all. Loved it! 10++ and added to my treasure chest for a delicious rereading. Welcome back and I wish you well. Shaun.x.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
favorite lines (or ARE they? ?) : " Can horror hide its thrust behind a painted smile? and kindness be an empty move we practice for a while." I don't believe (for a second) that " we are all just the same" . (or DO I?) bri :) p.s. but i kind of like this.