Becoming You

poem by: Ernest Areheart
Written on Apr 28, 2015

You glue your eyelids shut
The image of pain is cut
You dye your hair in bleach
Happiness out of reach

You're rotten to the core
You fight it more and more
They are becoming you
You spit on everything true

Your opinions are your mask
Held close just like your flask
The world is now so numb
You deny what you've become

You dispose of your disguise 
Only to find that you have died
Your hollow beliefs are filled
Just like the grave you have built

You uncover the irony
This poem is about me
I'll melt down my empathy
And mold myself to be complete

 

Tags: anger, depressing, hate,

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Elizabeth J White commented:
great
Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely.Nice poem

 

 

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