To Be She

So innocuous she was,

walking on stilts 

she wilts

so harmless.

Her lies they slither

her face she paints

her skin she lathers on

each day.

Her palms stitched from others,

piece by piece together.

She’s a hider she was

and she cried, she cried

each night

because no one saw her.

Her lies became so truthful

And her mask became she

Her skin was now smooth

And her puzzled palms complete.

Reviews

[Divenita Er]

I liked these lines the best: Her palms stitched from others,

piece by piece together.

I felt more could have been added. You did a fine job of taking us through a journey but still I felt it was incomplete. Just my thoughts.

Good luck for more writes. Cheers!

[demureminds]

Haha no problem, I normally have a problem with my poems being too long, so this was just for simplicity's sake. Thanks for your input!

[Divenita Er]

Sure :)

[Theresa]

I like this. It seems to be about those that change for others desperately trying to 'fit' in only to realize themselves. Not sure if this is what you meant, but...
I like the last line- 'her puzzled palms complete'

[demureminds]

Thank you, and yeah that's exactly what I meant

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. Your strong description led the reader into seeing a transformation of a person. Many people will change and can't find their way back to who they are. I like the ending.
"Her lies became so truthful
And her mask became she"
Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[zainul]

Lovely work