there are days whereby i just feel like hiding. i feel like an imposter now smiling to everyone and talking in a cheerful manner when all i wanna do is to curl up, let depression take over and space out. i do not wish to know how great your day was as mine feels like a bottomless pit. today i feel i need to hide in the dark so i do not have to put up a smile for anyone.
Broken Puppet
by me
There by the window
Sitting by the ledge
Cast aside and forgotten
My strings lay slack
The sun’s rays are making my wooden face crack
The rain’s droplets are making my pink costume wet
Once I danced on that glittering stage
Once they stood spellbound there in front of the stage
Now the pink has faded to grey
Now my painted smile looks less gay
I been sitting here exposed yet unseen
I been sitting here looking at the same backyard scene
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