moody_cow_
Stenchgirl
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- Age 35
- In a fantasy world!
- Seen Nov 23, 2008
I was very angry and hurt when I wrote this one. It's another one that came straight from the heart. I had a very upsetting conversation with a friend right before I wrote this... I was really depressed and in pain and he just didn't care... He called me a drama queen... I wrote this poem and posted it on my deviantART account and wrote for my author's comment, "NOW I'm being a drama queen." I feel that it's really harsh now but still, it's what I felt at the time!
* * * * *
My scarred form was too terrible to look upon;
The pain was etched deeply in my skin,
My torment was reflected in my eyes,
While my despair sailed down my cheek
As an unobtrusive tear.
But the sight of me offended your delicate eyes.
I came to you in need of a friend,
Someone who would listen and understand.
But you refused to regard me
With anything but disdain.
"Go away. Your presence fouls the air."
You left me there bleeding,
Wailing my agony,
While you turned an apathetic eye.
And as I nurtured my wounded heart,
I could see what kind of person you truly were.
Soon my misery crumbled into anger,
The memories of your scornful face
Planting deep seeds of resentment.
But I continued to be your friend.
I talked to you with a bright smile
And a cheery shining attitude.
My acting was so perfect
That you ate up the deception without question
And our previous encounter drifted out of your memory.
But I didn't forget that day.
I didn't forget how you treated me
When I bared my soul to you.
I didn't forget what kind of friend you were.
Instead, I wove myself a mask of happiness,
So that I could hide all the feelings inside,
So you wouldn't have to confront my problems.
I will wear this mask for you always,
For you will never again know the true me,
All you get is lies.
* * * * *
My scarred form was too terrible to look upon;
The pain was etched deeply in my skin,
My torment was reflected in my eyes,
While my despair sailed down my cheek
As an unobtrusive tear.
But the sight of me offended your delicate eyes.
I came to you in need of a friend,
Someone who would listen and understand.
But you refused to regard me
With anything but disdain.
"Go away. Your presence fouls the air."
You left me there bleeding,
Wailing my agony,
While you turned an apathetic eye.
And as I nurtured my wounded heart,
I could see what kind of person you truly were.
Soon my misery crumbled into anger,
The memories of your scornful face
Planting deep seeds of resentment.
But I continued to be your friend.
I talked to you with a bright smile
And a cheery shining attitude.
My acting was so perfect
That you ate up the deception without question
And our previous encounter drifted out of your memory.
But I didn't forget that day.
I didn't forget how you treated me
When I bared my soul to you.
I didn't forget what kind of friend you were.
Instead, I wove myself a mask of happiness,
So that I could hide all the feelings inside,
So you wouldn't have to confront my problems.
I will wear this mask for you always,
For you will never again know the true me,
All you get is lies.