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Does It Look Like I'm Happy?
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Poetry Standing in front of a cracked mirror,
My eyeliner running in black tears.
The cuts on my wrist show you what goes on behind closed doors.
I walk inside this shell of a girl everyday.
I hide it all to spare you pain.
Do you really think I'm happy when I cry myself to sleep at night?
Am I really happy when I stick another needle into my vein and wait for its deadly release?
I don't want to reveal what's under my skin,
What tears me and distorts me from the inside out.
Do you really think I'm happy when death is an easy escape?
Does it look like I'm happy when I look at you,
And see all the love I never felt.
I'll stand here in front of my mirror, all cracked and broken,
My eyeliner stained on my face.
Do you really think I'm happy,
When I know the little girl that I used to be somehow died inside?
another one of your great poems. very emotional, also, even scarier, similar to a poem i wrote. stop taking my poems! just kidding, but very good. I like the raw emotion that seems to be in some of your work but not in others. You should just let it all out, no matter the wacky symbolism, the disturbing irony or anything else, just let it all out and i think you'll be surprised with what you get.