Locked in a Room Stained White, by Loneliness is condescending
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Trying to be that child you always dreamed of
Mothers perfect angel daddy's little girl
Making compromise with myself to bring your happiness
Hiding my broken soul with a perfect smile
Dreading this life of superficiality
Praying for that day to come
When I can finial shed these bottled tears
This shell of me is slowing down
Abused and battered its time is coming short
Yet today again I'm putting on that painted smile
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| Posted: 2005-11-02 04:28:53 UTC |
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| 2005-03-01 00:28:52 | My_pain_your_thrill |
| This poem makes me think of how i feel about my mother leaving me, dont know if that was the intention, but i like it |
| 2006-02-22 18:07:06 | lost the lonely dead |
| felt a little like that recently in a different sort of way...i really like what you've got here it actually says something.....meaningful even if it isnt just a ramble, then again maybe it is....i dont know!!! so confused, ok...im done now... |