Paper Faces

Why? Why can I never truly tell what I long to let free? Why must it consume me, consume my identity, burying it underneath a flurry of lies...

This is not a lie I have told

But a lie I am telling

Snaking across time 

Winding ever on

Like some endless and malevolent river

Tossing me

Drowning me

In its malignant rapids

 

That great tome

Pages plenteous

With stories and myths

Of Eden and floods and miracles

In which her faith is adamant

A burning torch

Held high with pride

Whereas I do not 

Can not

Can never

Believe

 

Yet falsity falls

From my tongue nonetheless

For fear of breaking her

Hurting her

At the expense of myself

 

Lies

Deception

Told not to protect myself

But her

And burying me all the while

Losing myself

And perhaps

Even that is deceit

The mask I wear to protect myself

From myself

Too many facades

Too many faces

Sometimes

I 

Don't 

Even

Know

Who 

I

Really

Am

Author's Note

This is a poem about my relationship with both my mother and myself and how I fell I must shield her from who her son really is and destroy myself in the process.

Reviews

[Emrys Realmskip]

Wow, just wow Amazing

[kmartell]

it is a good chapter and your writing is very good

[Autumn T.]

This is kind of sad! It's sad how some people have to shield others from who they really are... I have to do that with my dad, and I do that with my mom sometimes as well. I like this poem a lot. It's really deep.