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

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is one of my first poems from years ago

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Hayley Gillespie's picture

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.

Rebecca's picture

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.

Ashley Alafberg's picture

I like this poem, though you wrote it very early in your creativity, I can well relate to it.