Disguised

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my thoughts flow out like poetry
but I speak with ambiguity
doubts and questions fill my mind
I can’t help but wonder, why?

waking up, it’s time for another day
or am I just going through the motions again
the days blur; hours and seconds fade
I won’t tell them of the hell I’m living in.

they see me in a different light
but inside I know I’m not that strong
well what is there to do? just be polite
I’m sure life will go on.

it’s true, I only seem confident
a fun house mirror, it’s a distorted image of me
I fear judgment, deceit, and abandonment
so this mask is what you get to see.





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Egyptiangirl13 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 12, 2010 at 5:13 pm
wow-ur poem is amazing
 
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