The Parade of Plastic
I straighten my hair...
to hide my eyes.
I wear foundation...
to hide my imperfection.
I wear eyeliner and mascara...
to hide how sad my eyes really are.
I walk with confidence...
to hide how shy I really am.
I look you in the eye...
to hide my fear.
I put on a smile...
to hide my broken heart.
But what am I really hiding behind this facade,
Behind this parade of plastic?
What?
I guess you'll never know...
The wall will always be up,
and I will always be behind it,
gasping for breath with a heavy heart
and a plastic smile.
I'll always be hiding,
waiting to be found.
By: Amber
"I'll always be hiding,
waiting to be found."
Daniel
Newfie Hugs, Rose
hugs
fee
Young people shouldn't had to write those words, young people should be carefree, happy, roaming the world as it were belonging to them, as it is!
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Christine