May 20, 2012
I am poisonous.
But I have my own disguise
Every morning, I paint myself
Thick with honeyed lies

Some will pass close to me,
Drawn in by the facade
But quickly scurry backwards
When they see how I am made

This mask, they see, isn't made of pearl,
But instead of decaying bone
They get too close, see the cracks-
And sense me heart is composed of stone.

I live it up,
I laugh out loud
Just pretending
That I am proud.

But my tongue tastes of toxins,
There are holes across my skin
My fingernails are ragged, and
this veil is growing thin

They want to breathe like me
But the color isn't real
How could someone black and gray
hold this much appeal?

You see, they'll never quite understand
They'll never be entirely certain
Until I lie down early
And let the bigger hand close life's curtain

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AngelForeverBleedingLove This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 6, 2012 at 8:33 pm
Rose,  I really like this. It seems so true, so real. Great job! -Angel
BleedingRose replied...
Sept. 17, 2012 at 9:29 pm
Thanks Angel  =]   
bamboom212 said...
Aug. 29, 2012 at 8:55 pm
Wow. Just wow. You really have a gift for writing. I love the wording ! :D
BleedingRose replied...
Sept. 17, 2012 at 9:30 pm
Thanks a bunch!  =]  I appreciate it
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