Mask of terror

by Eniarrol

Published January 12, 2011

In Poems

I hide my fear,
in sorry filled eyes.
Long lonely lashes,
wet from many cries.

No scars to show,
the inside beatings.
There is no more light,
and happiness is fleeting.

How can someone,
something like me?
Wither and die,
caused by my family.

Very little things,
can tear out my heart,
shove it back in,
then tear it apart.

Is it my temper?
Like gas and a match,
but never would I,
make sure no one could ever attach.

Whats supposed to be joking,
isn't very funny to me.
Being called ugly,
is never funny.

My closest of friends,
seem to stray far.
Without them to talk to,
its like a road with no car.

Why does it matter?
If my feelings are hurt,
if its your way goes,
I'll open my mouth and you kick in the dirt.

Comments & reviews · 2
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skebe
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skebe wrote a review Review · Jan 13, 2011

Hey bebe, it's me :D
I love this poem, I can really see where you're coming from!
No spelling mistakes that I notice. I like the way you've used dramatic poetry, and I hope that this isn't based on your life!:(
Love the title. Love the way that you writen the entire poem! :D

"Open my mouth and kick up the dirt..." I love this bit!!! but I think you should add on to it! :D

Well done!!! :D

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cupcake
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cupcake wrote a review Review · Jan 13, 2011

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Hi SweetMoments! :D
This poem is really good.

SweetMoments wrote:I hide my fear,
in sorry filled eyes.
Long lonely lashes,Great discription here.
wet from many cries.

No scars to show,
the inside beatings.
There is no more light,
and happiness is fleeting.

How can someone,
something like me?
Wither and die,
caused by my family.

Very little things,
can tear out my heart,
shove it back in,
then tear it apart.I like this part.

Is it my temper?
Like gas and a match,
but never would I,
make sure no one could ever attach.

Whats supposed to be joking,
isn't very funny to me.
Being called ugly,
is never funny.I agree, It's never funny.

My closest of friends,
seem to stray far.
Without them to talk to,
its like a road with no car.,Good simile. :D

Why does it matter?
If my feelings are hurt,
if its your way goes,
I'll open my mouth and you kick in the dirt.I love this stanza! I know what you mean.

Over all I love this poem and it's really good. You are really good at writing! :D



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