False smiles and glitter, hiding the pain,
covering the struggle, again and again,
behind the glass, lies a world unknown
window dressing, tricky zone.
Onlookers may see, but never quite know,
the hurt that lies beneath the show.
a facade so perfect, but inside a mess,
window dressing, hiding distress.
A lonely soul, with no one to confide,
lost in a world, where emotions hide.
the storefront is just a curtain, a front,
window dressing, a lifeless stunt.
Window dressing: - a tricky zone, a hiding distress, a lifeless stunt, how well you described it.
Profound, A lonely soul, with no one to confide, lost in a world, where emotions hide.
Loved it, won't eat your profile pictures. Me an eagle your friend.
We tend to dress just our windows, but forget to dress our lives
The worst abuse is the domestic kind. Your words define the pain almost too well. Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Difficult to pierce thru and see the real things, I liked the Title and the subject you chose.5****