
[my [old] life.]
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 193 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 06-07-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2372861
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Always
I may gorge my eyes in black;
Shower my wrists with silver chains
Breathe in a sense of peace
I may seem to be elated
A glutton of happiness and joy
But every wrinkle on her face
And every gray hair on her head
Scream back at me reflections
I can't help but hate her
I can't help but dwell
And I couldn't help but let out a cheer
As I saw her first tear fall
I can't help but to remember
Her stale breath speaks out my mirror
And whispers death down my neck
But all you see is bright colors
Candy-coated lies
A smile on my lips
You see the beauty in my appearance
My giddy cover-up
You watch me unwind my long stories
Press replay again and again
You drown me out with your gaze
I can't help my senseless words
I can't get off of my stage
This deathbed has become my home
A blanket over me
Acting is my destiny
The only thing to keep my friends
As I'll always feel the past
And the silence beating me
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