Hidden

I stare into the mirror,

And what's it say to me?

"You're ugly and disgusting.

I do not wish to see."

Feeling very low,

I stare up at the wall,

Crying to myself,

Cursing at it all.

The ugly naked truth,

The pretty covered lies,

Fills my jumbled mind

And fuels my own despise.

I know that no one cares,

And no one really knows.

They say that they're my friends,

But they're my biggest foes.

So I'll put on my fake mask

With a smile on its face,

Dying on the inside

And feeling out of place.

Reviews

[Amelia May]

I havent seen very many rhyming poems on here lately, and I am glad that this one came across my screen.
It almost sounds sing-songy, which I believe adds a cruel twist to the whole poem since it is about such a dark topic.
Overall, I enjoyed it.