Cracked and Crooked

fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff eh.

I'm going to fail,
But I'm still gonna smile.
I'm about to break,
But it might take awhile.

My porcelain mask,
Under which I rot,
Holds back the maggots
Which are my thoughts.

My pleasant demeanor,
With patience and grace,
Hides away the stench
Of my infected face.

I'm slipping, I'm cracking;
And soon they'll all know!
Who I was is a fake,
It was all just for show.

First they'll see my words,
Bleeding from my throat.
Then they'll hear my anger,
As I grip tight my coat.

Maybe they'll taste my pain,
Hidden on my tongue.
Or they'll watch my fall,
And say I was so young.

They can already tell,
They can already see;
The thousand tiny cracks
That make up all of me.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Cracked and crooked can make you or break you. You are powerful within...Bravo...............