The Plastic Facade

                                
   

                                                                       The Plastic Facade

I see the imperfection you try to hide
The real You lurking about

Your flaws unseen to the naked eye

Hidden from the truth and driven from darkness

The pain and anguish you try to disguise 

You torture yourself daily, the inevitable doom

You believe the lies you tell yourself
You can no longer determine What is reality and what is fantasy

Poor, pitiful little girl you are so lost and hidden from true reality
Your emptiness consumes your existence
Every tormenting thought awakens The Plastic Facade

~KA Faulk  copyright@2009


This poem was called to mind after writing,

  Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)

              We Wear the Mask


    WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
    It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
    This debt we pay to human guile;
    With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
    And mouth with myriad subtleties.
    Why should the world be over-wise,
    In counting all our tears and sighs?
    Nay, let them only see us, while
            We wear the mask.
    We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
    To thee from tortured souls arise.
    We sing, but oh the clay is vile
    Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
    But let the world dream otherwise,
            We wear the mask!

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Clutter of the MIND

CLUTTER OF THE MIND....

The spiral of the UNFORGOTTEN Life

This here that there, a miss, a forgotten momento

Another purchase left unattended and thrown amongst the PILE

The LIFE I see remembered from childhood

The little girl who had no home and knew not where she belonged

A mother who NEVER took care of her own needs

She gave until she had no more and then she exploded

THE SCREAM I recall so well

The daddy who just wanted to LIVE in PEACE

The mother who tried to love herself but found it so much easier

TO LOVE everyone else.....

That is what this Life I see before me recalls to mind

I had to get OUT

I never belonged or so I always felt

Who were these people surrounding my BEING, living in my house?

Could it be my mother and father?

I'm to exhausted to even SPEAK