If the inside could only feel what the outside sees
Days like today wouldn't matter to me
The smiles, the laughs - I seem so strong
I'm pulled together, I'm chugging along.
The outside is nothing but a mortared mask
Not many see that its starting to crack
The darkness from inside is peaking through
How do I stop it? What do I do?
If it all shatters, who will be there
To pick up the pieces, who will care
When the mask is gone and I'm all that's left
Will they ever know I did my best?
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you have some really awesome poetry! Do you have a book out? if not you should think about it! you are excellent!!
(((hugs)))
Gwen---so glad you're back!
Thanks Diane. No book yet...
Thanks Faith.
oh that's really good. many kudos to you. i like the concept
Great poem!
You are doing your best, don't forget that!
Great poem, queenie. I hope you are saving this one and all that you have written.