an advertisement

words from teenage darker days.... written sometime between late 2004 and early 2005

My sorrow well rehearsed,
I live upon this stage.
My words: dark lies,
spoken from this manuscript
of self-pity.

This shell is just an advertisement
for a soul that I don't have.

So afraid to speak the truth,
in fear of what you think.
So, I act this other life,
only fearing sounding fake,
as if you listen for my mistakes.

This shell is just an advertisement
for a soul that I don't have.

I cry these tears,
they feel so real.
Upon a closer look,
these tears are here to steal
all of your pity.

Reviews

[Emily B]

it's very good to be from teenage darker days . . .

you should see some of the things I scribbled--really only fit to line the bottom of a bird cage