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Beneath My Smile
myself is a maze
Of confused feelings
And my evil ways.
Surrounding my laugh is a ghost,
Already dead
And sees the death in most.
Within my joy is grief ,
Saddening depression
With even more beneath.
Beyond my happiness is a boy
Whose heart
Was turned into a toy.
Now study these facts
For just a while,
And tell me what lies beneath my smile.
- January 18/ 2001
This is really sad but really clever. I'm relating to it at this time in my life, so it really caught my eye. I like that it's short and simple but speaks so loud.
This poem seems to express you so well. I honestly see this when I look at/talk to you. Although, I don't know if that is what's really there or if that's what you choose for me to see. It goes along with you being right, even when you're wrong.
I like this poem, though you wrote it very early in your creativity, I can well relate to it.