Walking enigma

A Poem by raizel

its just me.

How do you know when youve reached the end of the road
personally i think its when your looking down
into a hole
at the edge of the world
and it hits you,
what
am
i,
i mean everyday i manage to wake
into this cold formaldahide that is my life
and every day
i find the strength to put on a brave face and smile,
but
how
do
i
really
feel
inside,
i hide behind bravery
or perhaps i hide behind a wall of ice
so cold
that im numb to the bone,
and
i
try
not
to
care,
what the world says behind my back
so i make myself
a walking challange,
calling
out
to
all
the
haters,
im happy with who i am
and i wont be changing at all
but if they wanna gasp
and gossip,
then
ill
put
on
a
little
show,
eyes painted as black as the shades of my dreams
lips puckered and full and ripe
tight black jeans
and purple stripes,
im
an
enigma,
and i love me.