Writing for public consumption is something new for me; however, I've been writing for myself for a while. This poem is was written a few years ago when I was going through a particularly rough time...
Will you ever find me?
I'm hiding rather well.
Behind the smiles, the laughter,
I'm living in a private hell.
A dark place of my own making,
But real just the same.
I'm all alone in my stupidity,
And want to forget my name.
You think I'm always happy,
Always cheerful on the shell,
But it's thin and cracking, this covering
Of my own private hell.
I want to come out and run and play
And find what I'm after
I want the smiles to be real
With joy behind the laughter.
Maybe one day I'll get the nerve
To stop and share my tale,
Until then I'll suffer alone inside
My own private hell.
Will you ever find me?
I'm hiding rather well.
Behind the smiles, the laughter,
I'm living in a private hell.
A dark place of my own making,
But real just the same.
I'm all alone in my stupidity,
And want to forget my name.
You think I'm always happy,
Always cheerful on the shell,
But it's thin and cracking, this covering
Of my own private hell.
I want to come out and run and play
And find what I'm after
I want the smiles to be real
With joy behind the laughter.
Maybe one day I'll get the nerve
To stop and share my tale,
Until then I'll suffer alone inside
My own private hell.
Comments
Just kidding... I gotcha girl. You're deep.
Now, if I can just get you to start making "us" some money off that talent of yours.
It's funny. I posted a poem or something like that on my blog today also. It was something I wrote back in Jan. It has the same sad feeling that this one has. LOL
Love ya,
A