Candy-coated droplets,
streak down my cheeks in lines,
Do you want the truth?
or my sugar-frosted lies?
I press a chocolate bandaid,
firmly on my heart,
Deceiving those I love,
Has become a kind of art.
I try to call this courage,
as I shove the truth inside,
I smile with bubble-gum sweetness
and try to fill my eyes with light.
Holding my head high,
I catch your eye.
Not about me.
Do you believe my lie?
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Comments: 19
Another really terrific poem. It is good that you explain in your comment that this is not about your life. When someone writes in the first person, (at least when they do so convincingly), many readers will assume that the piece is a reflection of the writer's life.
Having said that, I don't know how to do that myself. Everything I create is filtered through my own experiences. One can fictionalize and speak through imaginary characters but deep down the "fiction" reflects some part of me.
You wrote a beautiful poem.
Nice work