The Wall of Pretense

Pretending to smile, but
Does it ever truly help?
This joyful façade
Hiding the painful expressions.
My heart – ripped open,
Blood spewing from every corner.

I'm trying to be happy for you,
Trying to be glad.
Putting on a show
So that you won't know the truth.

How can I bring myself to tell you
How I've been feeling all along?
The truth hidden behind these walls,
Causing my bloody grief.

The black puddle below,
The puddle of immortal darkness,
Plunged in by many,
Avoided by few.
Should I take the plunge
To the dark depths below?
Will you even miss me?

With a fake smile,
I wonder.



Poetry by lexie
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Written on 2008-05-07 at 03:07

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Priya
nice poem..truely a great writer..
2008-05-07


amandeep
your poems are truely heart filled...wow! what a poem..!!!Nice..You seem like Zana. your poems are as sad and painful as zana's (poet on the bay)..so beautiful..and nice..

Well done..

Back WIth a Bang...


regards
Amandeep
2008-05-07