blurred emotions

i wrote this after seeing an art piece my godmother gave me. what insperation

 

 

Sometimes… all the time, I feel

Like a stamp pressed too many times.

 

Blurred Emotions, smudged

And on the table,

Covered by a cloth.

 

A barrier of things,

Things I put on.

Ironing my face to put for show.

 

Hiding behind a smile, when

I’m walking a tight rope of sorrow.

 

Then I retreat into my mind

Having a blank stare

Fearing an inevitable explosion.

 

Only made free, when

I give it away. Never to be seen again

And have it be taken away by the Wind. 

Reviews

[Lady Of Darkness]

Lots hide behind a mask so they won't show there true face to the world.
It's like living in a masquerade for the rest of your life.
Great piece you have here. Well done.