When I can't speak for myself, tell them I tried to smile
Tell them I disregarded my pain to be the person they once knew
Tell them that I was so good at pretending that I even fooled you
Tell them, however sad, that it was all just a lie
Too broken, too complicated I couldn't to ask them to understand why
Tell them that I cared more about what was thought of me than of myself
Tell them that all this time I have been unsuccessfully seeking help
Tell them that when there was laughter I also screamed inside
Tell them that makeup was more than a beauty product I would buy
Tell them when I left home I left a part of me behind
Tell them it was the part I wanted to hide
Tell them they knew me, but did not know me at all
Tell them I loved them too much to catch me when I fall
Tell them that I stayed away & isolated more often than not
Tell them I did it for them, to spare them & not scare them off
Tell them the fresh bandages were not what they thought
Tell them the scars are from something that their not
Tell them I tired, but in the end it was too much
Tell them a 20 year war was more than enough
Tell them a story, what you'd like them to remember
Tell them I'm sorry that they did not know better
Tell them I died happier than I lived
Tell them not to cry, the end is where I begin
Tell them these things, for they will not believe it otherwise
Tell them I lied on purpose, I pulled the wool over their eyes
Tell them I would have rather they be happy than grieve in my sorrow
Tell them that I just could not see or survive one more tomorrow
Tell them they new not of the struggle I lived
Tell them I long suffered & finally gave in
Tell them to remember me exactly as I crafted that they do
Tell them that that is the better version of the two
When I cannot speak for myself, tell them the truth
Tell them with a peaceful understanding that I no longer need to act, hide or lie
Tell them I am home, I'm happy & I'm for once my smile is justified.
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Author:
Marilyn McKenzie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2018 10:22
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Wow ... such a sad but poignant write yet I rhymed so easily which tells me these words were already structured into poem just never written until now.
This would be very simple to transfer to song
Good write
Thank you very much. I actually have had this for over 3 years, just had the courage to "publish". I've been writing since I was in high school.
It must be serendipity that you referenced a transition of my words into music. That would be a dream!
I sing but cant play a piano, yet!!
To bring my linguistics to life through music is my ultimate goal.
Thank you again for your kind words. You've given me a new confidence to publish more.
A girl after my own heart I play piano and guitar yet it’s my singing I lack confidence in! I too have been writing since comprehensive school as we call it over here in the uk 🙂 love music and would love to write songs poetry I’m comfortable with playing in comfortable with together ... nothing haha
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