To compensate, to compensate,
For happiness that doesn’t exist,
In a being, a being,
Too over joyful and the politest,
Of the polite.
To compensate and compensate,
For the bitterness, the sadness,
In a prisoner held inside,
Behind a welcome smile,
So vilely sweet,
And a friendly face,
Hides faded blue eyes,
Faded for life.
To compensate, to play the charade,
In bubbly persona,
An attractive young life,
Wields the pain so sinister,
So poisonous,
That drains the body,
Of possession of new zest,
Yet, hidden from view,
In a compensate play.
To compensate for the hardships you've survived, you have a stength others lack. To compenstae for the opportunities denied you and the force you must fight with to achieve your goals, you have a clear head and even clearer dreams. To compensate, you are a better person and a force to contend with. To compensate, you find friends who love you like family :) Xx Hamster
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An arresting poem rich with irony about the masks we must wear to survive the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Words can work to release the pain of neglect - to let go of the personal and petty - to find the inner voice beyond the ordinary. Your poetic voice is strong, Melissa. Use it. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥