My painted face
Is all you see
hiding my
true feelings
you can't see past it
it is my perfect disguise
my painted face
it is all than
you can see
you don't even try
to see past it
you don't even try
to save me
my painted face
you think it's
really me
when can someone
see past
my painted face
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Author:
Crow (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2017 11:07
- Comment from author about the poem: Art does not belong to me.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Thanks for caring and sharing KLOKAT (great pen name !) We all hide behind something ~ Ladies behind carefully chosen and applied "make up" and Men behind close cropped hair (No. 1's & 2's) dark glasses ~ beards and perfect teeth. We all wear masks to be ~ incognito ~ and hide the real inner person. Only by "getting to know you" and you "getting to know me" would I meet and know the real YOU and in turn YOU know the real ME. It takes time for the mask to be removed and the INNER PERSON ~ the REAL PERSON to be revealed. In my experience it is mostly worth the effort. what is your experience ? Yours BRIAN (UK)
Thanks!
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