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Self Loathing Tired of this cover-up life.
The need to be comfortable in my skin.
Wanting a picture perfect world
No satisfaction achievable within.
Using a pencil to draw things straight.
Using shadow to demonstrate – my feelings.
Tired of this mask that grins
There’s no washing it away I’ve tried.
Hidden beneath the false surface
No transparency visible with eyes.
Using a pencil to draw things straight.
Using shadow to demonstrate – my feelings.
Very nice poem, well written,
Very nice poem, well written, a clear picture of inner turmoil. :-)
Thank you
Thank you
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
The Battle of the Beautiful
I love masks, they say so much about suppressing what is inside. We are sieves, semi-permeable membranes - letting out what we deem okay for the external viewer. The truly balanced human has few sieves, has no need for them. Like heaven, for me that is a worthy goal, to be even, just even and not at odds with anything - I will fail, but what's a heaven for? Though provoking writing this - Lady A