Masochistic Masquerade
By darkness_descends
No one knows
My dirty little secret
What goes on
Behind closed doors
No one sees
The tears behind my eyes
Only the light
That bounces off of them
No one sees
The blood running down my arms and legs
Only the skin
Washed clean and sterilized
No one sees
The ugly scars that cover my body
Only the clothes
That keep them hidden
No one sees
My permanent frown
Only the plastered on
Fake smile or straight lips
No one hears
My screams, pleas, and cries
Only the feigned laughter
That covers my pain
No one knows
My dirty little secret
Or sees through
My masochistic masquerade.
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Copyright 2003 darkness_descends
Published on Monday, June 16, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Monday, December 10, 2007, Circe Avalon
(115) wrote:
Very good, I love the title and the poem has that "dancing with with my own maddness" quality.
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On Monday, December 10, 2007, totaltrip
(36) wrote:
wow! i love this one! perfect!
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On Friday, July 11, 2003, Seraphic
(209) wrote:
the costumes in this masquerade are too familiar to me...this gave some meaning to beautiful pain if that makes any sense
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On Monday, June 16, 2003, manywalks
(750) wrote:
Plastered on smiles, I occassionally use those. Thanks for the great read. ~ mw
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A former member wrote:
shit....thant was fucking the best...great poem...great content...filled with inside emotion...kinda reaches out and brings u back to ur reality...gotta add to favorites...
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On Monday, June 16, 2003, Six-Out
(1435) wrote:
That was amazing. I know, I say that too much. But still, it's a great write. Keep on truckin dude. lol