Short poem I wrote today. This one isn't really all that different when compared to my older ones. It's about loneliness and the strange, terrible feeling you get when faced with a world full of people that expect entirely too much of you. We live in a place where you either have to "Face it or Fake it" to make it through the day.
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"Smiling Faces"
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"Smiling Faces"
As the wind blows and the shadows dance,
There, in the corner, sits a girl who knows not the meaning of "romance".
She's never heard the word "love" and been able to truly understand,
Her soul is incapable of trusting someone who offers her their hand.
The night smothers her in loneliness and her tiny body aches,
Her dreams are filled with horror, dreams of death and of earthquakes.
Walking blindly into danger, she's done it way too many times before,
Always having regrets and failing to see life as anything other than a "chore".
Surrounded by fake people, shining brightly with smiling faces,
She can't help but wonder if they, in their lives, are dealing with similar cases.
Everything in her life that was once magical and real,
Has no value and has been thrown away, yet her secrets she plans to forever conceal.
Flashbacks and daydreams are an unhealthy combination for a person such as this,
This person with a memory of words and of actions, this person who is so frequently dismissed.
She doesn't beg or ask for your pity, she doesn't want those things at all,
She only asks that have mercy and that you respect her, crying out to you, she calls.
Refuge she takes in the strangest of places,
Just as long as she can get away from all of those people and their smiling faces...
There, in the corner, sits a girl who knows not the meaning of "romance".
She's never heard the word "love" and been able to truly understand,
Her soul is incapable of trusting someone who offers her their hand.
The night smothers her in loneliness and her tiny body aches,
Her dreams are filled with horror, dreams of death and of earthquakes.
Walking blindly into danger, she's done it way too many times before,
Always having regrets and failing to see life as anything other than a "chore".
Surrounded by fake people, shining brightly with smiling faces,
She can't help but wonder if they, in their lives, are dealing with similar cases.
Everything in her life that was once magical and real,
Has no value and has been thrown away, yet her secrets she plans to forever conceal.
Flashbacks and daydreams are an unhealthy combination for a person such as this,
This person with a memory of words and of actions, this person who is so frequently dismissed.
She doesn't beg or ask for your pity, she doesn't want those things at all,
She only asks that have mercy and that you respect her, crying out to you, she calls.
Refuge she takes in the strangest of places,
Just as long as she can get away from all of those people and their smiling faces...
Copyright Casandra Camp 2010
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