I try to let go;
But my mind won't let me,
Let go of the things in my past
That upset me.
They make me feel awful,
Bring me to tears;
I don't want to believe them,
But I know that they're real.
These unforgotten truths,
These memories untold;
Creeping up from behind,
They haunt my dreams.
I try to wake up,
But they're just too strong.
What have I done,
To deserve something so wrong?
Low self-esteem,
A poor self image
And an untrust of others.
These are just a few things I've been through.
I am good at hiding them,
I've had years of practice.
I hate my disguise,
But it sure makes a pretty smile.
Take the smile at face value,
Because it's only skin deep.
Inside there is a ticking bomb;
And when it explodes,
I will need no disguises.
My smile will be real,
And life will go on.
Those unforgotten truths?
They'll still exist.
They are part of my life.
But they won't control me.
Wow, shocking piece. I love it totally. I can relate wholeheartedly to your imagery. Cogratulations indeed. jw
What has happened has happened. We cannot erase the history. But the best way to forget it is to smile as you have said. In fact, you are in the right path, what I feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem made me think of myself, because i have low self-esteme, self-image, and anything else that start with 'self-' the advice i get is to pretend like i have high self-esteme, like you say, put on a pretty smile. i guess if it worked for you, it will for me! great poem, very raw.