Empty Soul

A mask obscures my soul

From the moment I wake up.

Showing emotions is a weakness;

But my composed image is a fallacy.

I fear rejection from a corrupt society,

Opinions matter more than my health.

And the thing about life is

That I just can't seem to live.

My tongue is burdened with gossip,

My mind is filled with sarcasm.

Hurtful comments will not escape me,

Painful memories choose not to depart,

This heart of mine is neither cruel nor loving;

I am a shell in which nothing can survive.

When does a cover become too much to handle?

When does a lie turn into your life?

I hide from love when I should embrace it,

Warmth and kindness make me shy away.

I am a shell in which nothing can survive,

I am a master of my personal hell. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Haifa]

owww so powerful poem here, really great poem. I loved the end and all the poem ofcourse. Keep writing!!!

[lamia]

well written , so honest !! beautiful words

[Daniel Gardner]

I am a shell in which nothing can survive,
I am a master of my personal hell.

I loved those lines. great work

[Tate Morgan]

Let go of those things they are the poison that weeps your soul so why follow a false prophet?

[Kristen]

@Coyote Poetry - Fixed it, thank you for the excellent suggestion!

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. The word "product" seem weak. Many words could replace. "Master of my personal hell." Replace with "on the highway of my personal hell?" I like the poem like it is. Many people have told me. When we change our poetry. We take from it. A excellent poem. The poem had strong emotion and a sad ending.
Coyote

[Kelley]

I think the ending is just fine Kristen. I liked your poem but it left me feeling pretty low. I hope everything is going well for you. Anyway thanks for sharing.

Kelley