No one knows~

No one sees the wounds
that seep acid inside
my heart

Scars show signs of slow healing
and you...you 
would never know the pain

How could you see something
so well hidden?
(sometimes)
hidden from myself

No one could know me as “I am”
when I show only the smiles
or the comfort I give to those who cry
or the kiss on the brow of a crying baby
like a sage of old (as if)

How could I bare myself to you
when a clouded vision of what once was
stares back at me from the mirror?

Ghost visions invade my mind
while the acid still burns
sealing the scar on scar

Why would you want to know me?
Broken, no hope of being whole
a rag doll over sewn...terminal repair
My fabric to weak to save

(Run from me before my smile fails you)

No one knows the places that sorrow
has consumed 
my innocence a feast
blood and sugar coated lies
still drip from the mouth
of this barren heart

The beast inside a little girls hopes
and dreams 
a carnivore of sundresses, bare feet
and lazy summer days
leave me gripping to memories of
skinny dipping nights

(feast on me alive...in the dead zone of who I wished to be)

No one knows...not even “I”

How could you?

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

i think even those who appear most confident and act charitably in all things...somewhere inside them is this voice you so eloquently raise here. the face in the mirror is not the one the world sees. the face in the mirror holds all the doubt, all the pain, all the scars, all the 'reality' that we have to ignore in order to continue. wonderful, sad writing.

[Tate Morgan]

No one can say they are known any better than they know themselves.Sometimes the scars are the things that define us .other times they are the stepping stones with which we build the foundations of a better life.Such i hope to be the case for you

[Coyote Poetry]

Most of us hide things. Somethings need to be hidden.
"How could I bare myself to you
when a clouded vision of what once was
stares back at me from the mirror?"
Hard to show weaknesses to people. We can trust few people in a long life. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Brianna Brie]

Why would you want to know me?
Broken, no hope of being whole
a rag doll over sewn...terminal repair
My fabric to weak to save

(Run from me before my smile fails you)

Super terrific write! It grips me right in my heart. The use of a rag doll was my absolute favorite!!

[Emma Joy]

Seems this is both catharsis and confession wrapped in pain. What a series of magnificent but sorrowful stanzas, each as raw as the previous and next.

You write with amazing power yet almost breathlessly as if trying to keep alive, trying to survive

[Sleeping Maiden]

Oh my goodness...so perfect... so full of pain! such an experience! =) this is amazing. and i love the questioning.. yeah, memories can be haunting sometimes. not good when it's bad. i love the ending!

[Wondering Mind]

How could any one know, indeed, if even the "I" doesn't...A painful existence with a self that has become alien to one...
Very effectively written. I dare say beautiful, but I doubt if any sorrow is.

[Donald Cole]

What stood out for me was the arms length away-----No one could know me as “I am”
when I show only the smiles
Living in a shell that doesn't match the inside. But there is most always someone who can see through, that would be someone special.
Not too often we find that, so hanging on to memories (of skinny dipping nights)
and then the dead zone of who I wished to be..... oh that hurts in such a familiar way. And I grow......
I like it when you reach my soul......
always,
Don

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

No one knows the places that sorrow
has consumed
my innocence a feast
blood and sugar coated lies
still drip from the mouth
of this barren heart

Those lines are gut wrenching and gripping... the truth behind the smile... we all never totally reveal ourselves in fear of not being understood.

[joshua deathdealer]

This is so beautiful.. "the dead zone of who I wished to be"...brilliant.