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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Open Journal

At times I find it hard to understand myself but yet I make so much sense! I've stayed awake many nights trying to figure out my life and you know what I think I'll just leave that up to the BIG guy! I admire people who are so easy going and at ease with life. I find my brain at times works overboard, have you ever felt like that? You wish you could catch up with your brain? There is no rhyme or reason to theroll coaster ride in my head at times. That is when I take a deep breath relax and remember to BREATHE.

I'm just rambling today since I've resigned myself to the fact that I write my blogs for taking an inventory of my thoughts and life. Yes, you are open to my Daily Journal! I sort of feel naked at times and at other times I feel hidden. I guess in some small way I wish to contribute to society through my crazy thoughts, does that make sense? At times I make no sense at all and at others I find myself too sensible.


Note to self: writing with pen in hand can be good also! "Paper is more patient than man