Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by lulu rose, Nov 8, 2007.

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  1. lulu rose

    lulu rose Guest

    I'm fine, how are you?
    What?, really?, you say I lie?
    No, I'm fine, theres nothing wrong
    You push and prod, theres...what?
    Am I hot?, in this coat?
    This is my skin!, not a coat!.
    A facade?!. What on earth?!
    Cant you see?, this is me, my skin.
    A mask?!, you must be insane!
    That is simply my face, my skin and my face!
    Shut up!, SHUT UP!
    You're wrong!, SHUT UP!
    Don't peel them away!, my layers.
    Years have been spent, creating them.
    I need them
    You cant!......You cant..
    My facade....you see, has become
    a part of me, you cant peel them
    away, for underneath theres
    nothing but rotten disease.

    My facade........this is me.​

    This is how I feel when talking to my dad, because we are family and we should be close but we aren't I find it hard to speak to him about my problem, so I put up walls and say everythings fine. Hes never broken them down, but this is how I imagine it to be.

    I have no problem, however, talking to strangers.

    This is a style of poetry I like to write ^_^
  2. Blackness

    Blackness Guest

    I really liked that
    It's unique and I can relate alot to it!

    really good job :)
  3. baofu

    baofu Active Member

    It resembles my style too, I can relate to it too, it really gets to me in a special way.
  4. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    Love it! Thanks for sharing :hug:
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