Collage

[VioletTears]

Peices cut from magazines
From someone elses life
Frilly, flowery, oh so pretty
Pictures casting over lies
Snipping snipping, feel them fall
Spinning, spinning, down and down
Decorated
Fabricated
The canvas beneath is emaciated
Smiling faces, sweet facade
Covering over chaos and rage
Paste is peeling, revealing
Things I try so hard to hide
Shards shine through
Shimmering with blood
A screaming sense of dread
Reality seeps to the surface
And the canvas goes black

 

[reslo]

I like your poem-it feels like it would make a good song. It's like how we try to pretend things are ok, but our problems eventually rise to the surface. and also a lot of the times we try to to be what other people want us to be, but that never works out in the end.