Wearing thorns as a chokerYou

Sat, 10/29/2016 - 12:00 -- ahxra

Wearing thorns as a choker

You saw me bare as a babe

Holding the poker

That shuffled my father's ashes.

 

Wearing a smile

You saw me cut my wrists

Holding the file

That slit my veins.

 

Wearing a mask

You saw someone different

Who was happy as can be

And whose songs were filled with joy rather than

Of misery.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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