Hidden

A letter

Hidden

You make me put on a face,

Of a thousand different lives.

Telling them stories,

Full of lies.

Every night,

I go into my room,

And cry.

Safe,

From your prying eyes.

Because no matter,

How hard I try,

You are never satisfied.

To the others,

You praise them,

In shining light.

But through judgemental eyes,

I am made a mockery,

Never knowing why.

No matter how hard I try,

Crying,

Like rivers flowing through my eyes,

I can't fight this feeling inside.

The feeling of worthless.

No hint of pride in your eyes,

When you glare at me,

With your stone-cold stare.

Daring me to say something,

Make a move.

For you and I know,

That even if I tried,

I will always be dead inside.

So this is the letter,

Of my broken pride,

That I was always trying to hide.

Though I will not,

Be hidden again.

For fear,

That even from this side,

Of the world,

I too might die,

One last time.

Sincerely,

Your Daughter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~Edyne

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Marine Poirot]

Hi Edyne! This is a beautiful poem. One thing you could work on is eliminating clichés i.e. "stone-cold" and "dead inside." Have a lovely night!