Faces
Like a façade
My face for you is nothing more
Than pretense and fabrication.
A different face for each singular place
Depending on who you are
determines which one I wear.
I’m suffocating inside
One for work, quiet and reserved
Aren’t my screams heard?
I want to offer my opinion and off-kilter insight.
But I bite my tongue because I may come across as dumb
I feel the hurt.
My breath grows short.
I feel like I’m dying.
Build up the façade, hide what’s deep inside
And wonder, when can I be just me?
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Hopefully, different situations which require different faces would be added, but with any luck the speaker would come to accept that fact that you have to learn to be true to yourself to really have a fulfulling life. POEM TAGS
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Faces, which
was posted on Aug 17, 2010 by
Tralynn3.
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"It's all about puting on fronts and having to conceal who you really are, and so..."
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Character, Free Verse, Teen / Young Adult
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