Just Want To Be Me.
Exhausted.
I put on a brave face, try to clear the bags under my eyes with makeup.
I fake up.
In pain.
I smile through the pain, say, "I'm fine."
But really, I'm confined.
Miserable.
I grin, make a joke.
Inside, I choke.
All these things, I pretend not to be.
Just once, I want to be me.
@angelheart2011 "Clear the bags under my eyes with makeup, I fake up" … and then “I’m fine, but really I’m confined.” Okay, reads on… “I grin, I make a joke”… okay, now where’s the camera? * checks around my room * The speaker and I might not be going through the exact same stuff, but there are definitely some familiar symptoms here. Anyway, about the poem—it’s raw and honest, and I think a lot of people will really relate to this feeling of putting on a brave face, everyday. Thanks for sharing this!
@azurePond
thanks for the compliments. have a great day/night. 💖