Just a practice poem,not a poem about myself,well maybe a tiny bit |
You never know all about yourself so when you're falling apart It's hard to fit the pieces back so you have to go back to the start So much unhappiness I felt today and secrets just can't revealed my personality like a picasso piece wrapped up and forever sealed I love too fast, but is it love? Or is it simply new lust when preening my face in a mirror and hitching up my bust I hate jealousy yet feel it badly when his glance is gone one second competitvely I turn it on quick and back to me he is beckoned I used to feel alone in that place vanity and how do I look today and then found so many friends who felt the exact same way So irresponsible with finances I just let some bills build in pile out of sight and out of mind crumpled in my full round file I thought I would become an adult as I hit eighteen and beyond some magical fairy would come along and wave her mystical wand If you've noticed it's all me and I I'm so sick of my worry of self It is'nt done purposely with malice I was on the bottom shelf I blossomed and grew pretty but with it came all the bad making friends as selfish as me and lost the dear ones I had It's just a front and they dont know that I hate the face that I see thats why I take hours to make-up the face that i make up for me |