A Glimpse Behind The Make Up

The words flow with the tears,
that are damp like the rain.
I must be gorgeous,
if beauty is pain.
Your words, they hurt;
but not as much as mine.
A walking travesty,
yet you call me a dime.

Evil and twisted,
sick deep inside.
So very much to say,
but to who can I confide.
Fight back the tears,
they can’t see me cry.
Emotionless I seem,
with nowhere left to hide.

Feeling breathless again?
Why? There’s plenty of air.
Please don’t put me on this pedestal,
where none can compare.
I am heartless, I am evil.
I am sorry, it is true.
All I can hope,
is that I won’t destroy you.

You’re fragile and dependent,
so very easy to break.
So listen to these words,
and make no mistake.
Don’t call me beautiful,
you haven’t seen the scars:
and don’t tell me that I’ll be okay,
I barely got this far.

Made with layers,
I appear to be sane.
But inside of my head,
darkness calls my name.
A simple little girl,
let down to many times.
My only way to speak,
is words put into rhyme.

Quiet as a mouse,
yet sick as fox.
I’ve been pushed down too many times,
like a stack of wooden blocks.
Got back up, now Im broken,
‘injured beyond repair.
What I’ve learned is when you’re down,
there is nobody there.