My Hidden Secret

My Dirty Laundry..

my lips smile,

whilst my soul is black

A beautiful face, the

perfect mask for the monster

no one knows..

it takes over and they assume

it's a moodswig but i know

this is in no way m doing

subconscious or aware, i know

this is not me.

and so i weep in shame

on the inside

and smile and nod to you as you walk past

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july 26 05

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Aspen Smith's picture

I can definately relate to your poem. I can appreciate it's flow and it's pace.