Holes in my socks

I wrote this late last night, and I hope it's not too depressing

There's holes in my socks

from where I walk

on glass and rocks

you think I should stop

oh please don't talk

I am not

who you saw

you saw who my mask maker wants you to see

my magician plays tricks and they all believe

that I am alright

that I sleep at night

she makes it seem

as if I dream

in reality

I do not sleep

sometimes they find

a hole in her lie

a crack in my smile

they know I'm not fine

but that's when they leave

as soon as they see

so many things

are wrong with me

There's holes in my socks

from where I walk

on glass and rocks

you think I should stop

oh please don't talk

I am not

who you saw

why should i

continue to fight

when I am starving

my conscience in weeping

my heart is still sleeping

I quietly cry

I look to the sky

and still deny

that a simple pill

could fix my mind

There's holes in my socks

from where I walk

on glass and rocks

you think I should stop

oh please don't talk

I am not

who you saw

Reviews

[Addict With a Pen]

I love how you repeat your first stanza throughout the poem. I also like this idea and correlation of having holes in your socks with being different than other people and having different life problems. The whole poem flows very nicely, and I like how you aligned your stanzas the way you did. I also like the underlying feeling of sorrow, All leading up to stanza five where you pour out this theme that changes the whole poem. There's some hint in the second stanza, but the twist in five is very melancholy. I like how you made it sound generally upbeat, but behind everything, there was a different story. Great write.

[Ashe Conten]

Thank you so much!

[Alone]

I love the way you refer the mask you are wearing as being another person. I understand this feeling of hiding the real self behind a smile that's to hard to hold. Beautiful poem.