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Facade

Contributed by pooieschmoooie on Friday, 25th July 2003 @ 06:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

Rainy days floating away
Taking my pain and setting me free
The drops on the glass are not my own
They're clean, not salt, and they're not alone
I, on the other hand, am cold like ice
Hiding away my ugliness behind cheerful lies
But the heat of my frustration makes it hard to stay so cold
And the promised rainbow dangling in my face makes me want to fold
Underneath the stares of who everyone wants to be
I am trapped, naked and exposed for all of them to see
Why is who I am such a frightful thing to them?
Why are they so obsessed with making me feel inhuman?
I am the one with feelings
I am the one who's in pain
But they make themselves to be the victim
and everyone thinks I'm to blame
I try to help everyone else
when they're in a lot of need
But everyone jumps in the way like rapid wolves when its time to feed
A horrific sight of a too-proud animal
Hungry and presented with food
A race to survive or die and I'm here in the middle with not a chance in the world
So this is what I should say next time someone asks me whats wrong
Maybe they'll understand and go away and or maybe they'll be stupid and press on
I don't want to listen to your apologies and know that you don't really mean it
I'd rather you say nothing at all then try to make me believe it.

Copyright © pooieschmoooie ... [ 2003-07-25 06:35:00]
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Re: Facade (User Rating: 1 )
by norm on Friday, 25th July 2003 @ 10:39:32 AM AEST
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I liked your poem..tho it's hard to read..
Set it in stanzas..it's the poet's creed.---
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Janus had two faces
Janus looked in two places,
To North and to South
With finger in mouth
He also looked down at his laces...

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