She wears her masks
Of happiness and joy
So convincing is she that everyone asks
“Is there ever a moment you don’t enjoy?”
Though she always asks herself
The very opposite question
The jar of tears she keeps on a shelf
In her guarded mind with her depression
Always showing her forced smiles
She cowers behind them
Her life filled with emotional guiles
The only part of her flower left is the stem
Her once bright sun has long since faded
But who is this “she”?
Who holds her own masquerade?
This “she” - this jester – is me
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Author:
Emi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 20th, 2011 20:03
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Beautifully expressed and very, very sad. Your symbolism and metaphors of cowering and jar of tears, headless flower, faded sun and merely jester, excellently depict the situation. Shared by many, doubtless, unfortunately. Very well expressed.
Thank you. 🙂
Very nice writing.
Thank you. 🙂
When you write your poems, I don`t know why, but I feel like you`re talking to me personally. It feels as if everything you write about, is everything that I feel. And it is. It`s very ironic, but I love that about your poems. I really appreciate you sharing them with me, and everyone else :`D
Thank you. 🙂 And I appreciate you reading them! 🙂
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