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Do you call out for help with your eyes
Do your stone muscles relax
Does your blood start to flow
Do your eyes start to cry
Do you take a break from being still to just
breathe –
I’m hiding under the kitchen sink
Thinking ‘bout how things used to be
Feeling depressed ‘cause I’m wondering
If someone could love a monster like me
Don’t mind me
I’m hiding under the kitchen sink
I wear a mask woven of lies
Hiding behind a happy facade
I wear long sleeves
To cover the scars on my arm
I wear oversized clothes
Every winter I pull down my sleeves
Portraying the mask of my scars' identities
What once the pain summer brought,
My heart was filled with nought
No longer afraid to show,
The struggle I once woe
They say getting out of your shell cheers you up.
They say it's good for you.
But I don't know.
What if I’m not a turtle. I'm a roly poly.
There are some days,
That I can hide it better than others.
Some days you can’t even tell,
That it’s even there.
But it is
nature
the wind blows smoothly
animals move all around
a small noise is heard
they ask who goes there
but nobody really knows
shadows hide it all
Confidence doesn’t like to be around me. He disguises himself, as Ego, then bursts out of my head. The minute I catch him, he disappears.
Sometimes, I call for him.
Skin of glass, lips of rubies,
Porcelain pastes of bitter bruises.
A careful beauty
Hides the lies
That lie within
The bones of you.
Free to be?
Who?
Me?
I hide under this umbrella, ignoring the rain.
We all have one.
We've all done it.
Only my pen acknowledges the cold and gusting wind.
It does not judge,
You said some things.
Don’t hide behind a screen
Say what you really mean
Face to face
To the person you seem
Too shy to answer
Her heart was made of music,
But she kept it quiet.
She muffled away every sound of it
Despite how for silence she was unfit.
Every day she sat beside him,
A quiet soul her own age.
A regular day filled with talking and laughing, joking and gossiping
Always done with a fake grin plastered on
Teens argue, insult, bully, tease, and intimidate
But if anyone asks, life is great
Ode to the Hard Holidays
Whether it’s Christmas
Family coming together
Celebrate the birth of Christ
Gratefulness
Whether it’s Thanksgiving
dear nicholas and twila,
when i was so much younger
i was sad and often cried
i always felt alone
no matter how hard i tried
In my little bottle I gather up my rays of sunshine,my rays of happiness and glee.In my little bottle I gather up my friends and family.In my little bottle I stop negativity from entering,
Mystery is draped around her like a cloak,
Or perhaps a burial shroud.
It darkens her heart and burdens her soul.
The sky has heard her screams.
"I AM PROTECTING THEM,"
She cries. It's lies.
Empty puzzle pieces gaping wide,
Showing the world in which I cannot hide,
Shallow emotions flutter throughout my being,
Showing everything that possesses absolutely no meaning.
“We love you no matter what.”“I’ll never support gay marriage.”“We’re always so proud of you.”“That lifestyle is a crime against God.”“As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters”... Contradiction.
Slipping under the guards of yellow tape, that warns "stay away," burying myself into clouds and space. Locked into this haven, reserved only for my soul,
I'm done hidding
in the shadows.
Let the poeple come
with their words as daggers,
and their glares as swords.
Let the people come with their arrogance
that buries hopes and dreams
you say it's such pretty hair
i am concealed from the person i want to be
one day i must be myself
it's a feeling i have deeply within me
hide every aspect of yourself
I toss words across an expanse
filling it with sound and nonsense
To push away silence
and pain
All the gunshot wounds
bloody arms
Try not to weep,
or grim will hear you as he creeps,
looking for sad souls to reap.
It’s quite cheap,
but that’s how he pays his upkeep.
Walls around my heart,
Chains around my body
Keeping me stiff and without emotion
Keeping me from letting anyone in
These walls I built a mile high inside me
Does he know he's in my heart
Tangled up in the warmth
Always sleeping, never knowing
Rising high and falling deep
on the heavy laboured breaths
Nestled lost like a rock at the center of a moutain
What is the true meaning of this SeLfy of SeLfme?
All I really know is that it takes care of me.
With its filters I change who I am,
I am confident and free, but I am not me.
So, Please SeLfie help me.
She folds her emotions up
Sticks them in the bottom drawer
And puts something else on
To wear out in public all day
But when she gets home
She unfolds her emotions
All my life I have hid behind a smile
I laugh and smirk and smile when on the inside I am slowly dying
I look back on my life and feel nothing, but regret
As I stare into the depths of your eyes,
I see the real you,
Not your fake smiles,
Or your deceptive laughs;
No, I see the person behind the facade
I see the desperation to fit in,
We like to believe we are being upfront
But behind a filter, screen, or angle.
Never wanting to confront
The fake front becomes a tangle.
Being able to be yourself,
I’m sorry I cry.
Please try to ignore it for now.
And just know I’m sorry.
You’ve never seen this in me.
To you, I am joy.
Every day I bring the happiness and laughs people love.
*Read the poem down first, then read it from bottom up. These two readings represent the filtered self -views of people in society vs. the individualistic view I have of myself, completely filter free*
If it isn’t my skin, then what shall it be?
The two arms and legs that extend directly from me?
That enable me to run past the wind, and jump the hurdles in front of me.
A smile speaks for itself.
It can make people melt.
But can you see what’s going on inside?
Can you see their true self?
A smile holds a thousand words.
A smile can hide away what they truly feel.
My sound?
Is a silent night, I have no music
no beats, or rhythem.
My sound?
Crickets on a summer day.
When I was born they sang.
My sound?
Is a soft noise
Corrosive stares deteriorate
the fragile filter my fears create.
This pseudo sense of normality,
is a dam for my creative profligacy.
Beneath this exoskeleton of perfection
Insercurities seem to control us,
drive us to do strange things.
Plastic surgery,
aneorxia,
I walk around, wondering.
I wonder, how will the future be.
The future seems promising.
The promise is withheld by each individual.
Each individual seems unknown of the promise to withhold.
You'd never see me
The true me, the real one inside
Because my heart's been broken and I've learnt how to hide
I took my feelings and locked them in a cage
And there they've stayed while I have aged
I could wipe off 90% of that so called beauty with a kleenex...
I see that your outershell is gorgeous
Underneath that.. It's pure ugly
No.
Not your face.
Your insides. Your guts. your soul.
Hiding there around the corner
Is the inner me
I'm hard to catch a glimpse of
Till you really look and see
I can be whatever you want
As long as you are pleased
Gay.
Respectable.
Intelligent.
Deviant.
I'm all of these things
And none of them.
My identity is contradictory.
Exsistence, a paradox.
Wandering and lost
Redheaded girl, who sits and waits,
For the days of cold to be over.
Whispers of other student's rates,
On the always unnoticeable cover.
The pain she feels is always real,
As the crowd’s conclusions falls to hush
I could make the joker spin and blush
At the lies I tell and the mask I wear
At the chances I take in double dares
My skin changes colors as chameleons
This fear I feel is formed from my imagination. Constantly contemplating where my life will be stationed.
As I write this poem,
I realize just how much of myself I've lost while I wear my favorite accessory,
I'm lost.
In a place where I won't be found.
In a place where no one cares.
I'm lost.
No one looks for me.
No one wants to find me.
I'm lost.
In my life.
In my dreams.
I don't want to be thrown in a box, Shoved in a closet and kept under lock.
I don't want to be labled, and carefully put in a cabinet, only to pop up when needed in action.
My mom likes to think I'm just like her
That I love crowds of people and constant noise
That I love calling all attention to myself
And that I like conflict
My mom thinks I hide my real self from the world
Why do I hide
Afraid of what they will say
With their bright false smiles
Why do I try
To make myself like them
Even when I don't want to
Why do I laugh
When inside I cry
The pale ghost stares at the filthy mirror.
He sees not himself; with that happy scowl and playful temperment.
The pale ghost makes the suface clearer.
He sees not himself, but his own warm disembodiment.
Stress, sadness, fear,wory. I have a mask to cover
that up. Boredom, anger, doubt, loneliness, confusion,
regret. I can hide it. There truly is no know emotion
Behind what you see, there is a past.
Surprising to believe that this long it would last.
I may be smiling and happy if I try,
Why can't anyone see the me that is truly me?
All they see is a mask
That does the un me task
the one that shows no fear
the one who is not really here
I wish to show you the me that is really me
I am a mask,So many think they know who I am,but they don't care to ask,Yes, they are content with my maskWho am I? One of many made to pleaseWho is me?
They made me wear a mask when I was younger.
Days went by and a new stitch was added to the mask.
It was starting to fit my face perfectly.
"Do this," they said.
"Do that," they demanded.
Emotion, what a rarely shown thing;
That keeps some back and pushes some forward.
proud some sing,
while some voices are blurred.
Do you hide like they do?
The courage that seems to hold true.
There lay a story of a lonely sailor
Taming the tumultuos sea
Taming the vivid monstrosity;
We hide behind a mask of lies
To keep the truth from waving "hello" and "goodbye"
But have you ever cried through blood shot eyes?
Hit after hit, on that emotional high
Have your lungs ever hurt so bad,
I stand here petrified, awaiting for the storm of judgment
I want my voice to be heard, I want my voice to reach the far seas
Close my eyes
Runaway and hide
Don’t let them inside
They’ll just hurt you, not really there for you
All they do is lie
All that have tried
That had sat with me while I cried
You hear my laugh,
But there is a hollow ring.
You see me smile,
But there it's missing something.
You feel my embrace,
But there is hesitation.
You never see me cry,
This mask is my creation.
No one sees the real me,
under the smile and all the laughter,
and the friendly conversation,
there's a cloak of sadness covering me,
depression stalking my every move,
never letting me go,
masquerade.
a masquerade of sorts,
and i shall hide behind
the velvet curtain.
streaming down to cover my
light, blushed face.
vexation of no sorts,
i too begin to believe
To be frank, this isn't much of a poem.
More like a life story.
No, more than a life story; try a salvation.
Pay no attention
to the woman behind the
mask.
She's just an
illusion
of smoke and mirrors,
of pulsing lights and
then she's gone.
Pay no attention
'Come out and play'
that chiding voice inside my head
calls out to me
as I hide in the corner
reclusive
The scars inside are too deep
for even me to see
And they never break the surface
Hide hide hide
I would say
Hide what you love about yourself
and put it away
They try and hurt you
everyday
so hide hide
put your true self away
And that way
They'll never
I made you believe me…
You didn’t have a reason to doubt…
Why would the first words I ever spoke to you
Be a lie?
It was psychotic.
I look at the guy in the mirror.
His ecstasy can't be any clearer!
See him in the hall, he'll give you a high-five!
See his walk hear his talk, this guy is alive!
He's the popuar kid in school!
we all put on a tough exterior
to hide the real person on the inside
sometimes we use a persona
or even base ourselves off someone else
let the beast out and show the real us
They cannot see what they do;The seperation, the argument and closed-minded confrontation, damaged by selfishness of view and heart.I break chisel against the walls in their minds.
All you see is the exterior form
Instantly you judge me by my face, clothes and background
Yeah I'm different, isn't everyone?
Flawed human beings we are
Hiding behind, creating an illusion
I'm standing here, lost among a masquerade
Hiding behind my mask of secrets that I've made
Everyday, every minute I hide behind the curtain.
I mask my eyes with glasses
to hide the emotions.
I paint the mask on my face
to cover the spots.
I put on clothes to hide my body
Behind these blue eyes are much more than you know
Smiling, twinkling, and glowing is not always what they show
Hiding yourself away from others is often easiest to do. We don't know if society will accept us for who we are.We don't know if we will be understood.We hide behind a disguise, a façade.
This cloak that drapes off my shoulders,
It hides the truth that lies beneath.
A power and strength that could move boulders,
Is the same that tied an anchor around my feet.
I have a mask that hides the true me,
A face, they see, a smile so wide
A heart, they hear, beats strong inside.
But they do not know, they cannot see,
The troubles and darkness inside of me.
A girl, my age, lives so far away,
Standing behind the curtains
Hiding from the crowd
He really wants to see her openly
But his presence is too loud
She’s been waiting for her moment
It seems it’s finally here
I live in a shell like an armadillo
Skinny legs, armored exterior
People think I’m scared of the world
Slow-witted
Quiet
Too weak to live without the armor
I write with a pen name.
Like a child at play, I hide.
No one can say my words are lame,
If they don’t know I’m Jekyll, and they’re reading Hyde.
Never knowing that we are one.
I hide my true self
To protect myself from society.
My outgoing personality hides behind the curtain by itself
And I act lie a shy girl in entirety.
Best I remember, it was Fourth of July
She was laughing as she slid down the waterslide
Jumping in, doing flips, making friends on the fly
I never would’ve guessed she held a secret inside
My very favorite comfort in life is closing my door,
Not dealing with the judgment that opinions deliver,
Living safe in a hollow home of maybes and seems.
Thrown out,
Cast aside,
I knew there was no place that I could hide.
Theres nothing I can do
I want to relive the things you put me through.
Holding back,
Looking back,
I wear the mask that everyone wants to see,
It changes constantly with every glance,
Each one displaying different facets of who everyone sees me to be.
Everyone has these masks we wear so willingly, some unknowingly.
The smile on my face masks the expressions I hold deep inside
There’s so much wound up in me, but I’ve got too much pride
I wear my heart on my sleeve and it’s hard to let go
look at me
my outfit is trendy and preppy
my smile always reaches one ear to anther
LOOK AT ME
look at my shoes
my hair,tied back high as the sky in a ponay tail
I stand here before you with a smile on my face
trying to determine my place in this race for success.
And here I thought that we would write books
Magazines of controversy to be shouted at and intellectualized
Day by day
We wake up
What do we say?
Day by day
We get out of bed
All the words we say
Are just made up in our head
Day by day
We paint a picture of ourselves
Any Miny Mo
Another guy picked hoe.
Leaving her standing alone,
Giving up.
He sits in a corner.
Because his feelings,
He is a hoarder.
Left to give up.
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone who is happy as can be?
Did you ever think that that's what I want you to see?
In truth my feelings don't comply.
I had learned the skill by being a spy.
Small dark places are where I escapeSome may think it’s rather strangeThat I seek solace in this place So small and crampOne can barely breath But here there is silence No yelling mothers
When someone asks
"Are you gay?"
When someone says
"You look lik a guy."
When someone knows the truth
they know me by no lies
they just dont know it all
the real alswers to their questions
When will the darkness end?
Will morning ever come?
Will I always have to pretend?
Or will the mask be broken by some?
The smile on my face,
Is almost never real,
I put it there to hide,
All that glitters isn't gold
And all that shimmers isn't diamond
Just because you think you know me,
Doesn't mean you really do.
I can guarantee you that I'm not
The person who you think I am,
My mask is on
Almost all the time,
To hide the face
That is truly mine.
There are few I trust
To see the real me,
For if you knew
You wouldn’t want to see.
Hiding, Hiding from the walk of shame
Trying to avoid the path of fate when it’s already molded perfectly for your shape
Filled with sorrow and despair
Once again she stood, her mirror before,
Scanning the work that need be done.
'Twas time again to rise and face yet
Another day under the sun.
Loveless light of the moon
Rises only at night
Hiding
Partially or Fully
Stays up for only the nocturnal
Full moon
Completely exposed
Not doing so often
Goes back to a comfortable shield
A faint yellow light shimmers
Within four walls
The yelling and screaming stay
Within four walls
As day become night
I wonder if I am alive
Within these four walls
Your warmth is like the sun: it radiates, everyone around feels you beaming
You suspend yourself in the sky, far away from me, and everyone else
I’m out there, too, like the moon I’m hidden by your light
Living two life's,
I flicker between the two,
Pretending the corrupt is nonexistent.
I put on my mask,
Hiding my imperfections,
And shunting the cruel reality into a dream.
Coping mechanisms have increased
Until loads of weight are placed onto my shoulder
Relapses from what I once was
From what I once did
I hide from you all.
My true self, I cannot recall.
You see what you want to see.
I display a fake identity.
Truthfully I care
Truthfully I will never share
True feelings
Truthfully I lie
Silently I sigh
Wishing for something more
Anxiously wanting to explore
Each tear-
Another brick.
Each scar-
Another brick.
Each day-
Another brick.
I opened my heart to you-
Another wall entirely.
Will you help me build it?
