The Mime

April 16, 2012
By veritas08 GOLD, Gainesville, Texas
veritas08 GOLD, Gainesville, Texas
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It's hard to communicate when
You're silenced by black and white paint.
Gloved white hands try to express,
But none understand the charade.

A face that carries a masked smile,
But eyes that shine emptily through.
Deep inside you know the truth.
They don't and won't understand you.

Dressed in stripes like a criminal,
You are locked up inside your act.
Your invisible brick walls
Ironically imprison you.

So take your invisible rope
Wrap it around your throat.
Knot, pull taut.

Jump.

Is it still an act?


The author's comments:
This piece began as an idea of writing about a mime. I have always toyed with the thought of using symbols or phrases from everyday life to express my poetry. When I sat down to write it, I felt it was more about being alone. You act as though you are happy and fine in your circumstance, but the reality is, you're not. And the final act may be teenage suicide. This poem was written so readers can realize the possible effects of isolation on a teen.

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