on the importance of image
“did you know i actually cry at movies?”
probably not --
‘cos all the crying happens in my Head
sometimes i go to the theatre...they sit next to me and bawl
i’m stony-faced besides them
unmoved
sometimes they ask me later why i didn’t think the movie was Sad
“it’s not real”
i tell them
they say i have no Emotions
i don’t tell them that i thought the movie was Sadder than they did
i don’t tell them that i really was crying, they just didn’t notice
i don’t tell them that whenever i see someone else crying
i cry
Perfection is a mask
and any slip is a Flaw...
my Emotions hide, smothered by a Society that accepts only the highest, the brightest, the --
--sometimes Society makes me want to scream with Anger “STOP!” //
“did you know
sometimes you make me feel so Heartbroken
or like the Happiest girl in the world?
did you know that i actually cry at movies?”
probably not
‘cos i never would admit such a weakness