I'm sin,
and i wear a mask with it.(real)
I wear painted on tears
and glass eyeballs,
only for you not to see my true identity.(pretending)
I speak with ignorance and I
walk with grace.(pretending)
I laugh when i cry (inside)
and I cry when I laugh(inside)
I'm insanities inner authority that
makes up the REAL me.(real)
I smile when needed,
and cry when neccessary.(pretending)
I lie when I feel like I need to,
and I'll pretend till i leave this place that's
called home.(real)
Not the blame you say,
not the end as it may,
but pretending these scars
hurt is all i was made for.(real)
I'm sin,
and I wear my insecurities with it.(real)
I am flesh and blood,
and i live and breathe evil,
so even when I smile or seem
sarcastic, my insanity is finally kicking
in. (real)
For you to see,
maybe,
but is too frightned to be hurt.(real)
I'm sin,
and I wear a mask with it(real)
To hide our feelings like this is a common thing, you've expressed this very well Tyease....you capture the feeling brilliantly...keep expressing my lovely, it helps
I really like this poem, although I may have to read it a couple of times before I fully understand but really it is very good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe we've all heard the phrase ''pretty because poetic' and this poem is a perfect example of that. Morose saturnine and even alittle twisted, it all seems dark and desperate but it is more striking as beautiful. (Pretty because poetic)