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May 2018
A faceless woman
Not that being faceless is desired
but the difficulty to conceal the pain that's within
hadn't I been faceless you would see right through me
When pain spreads out
chance to be exposed to a shrewd eye
an eye that's oblivious to see the truth

Am I to blame for my calamities?
My walk, my body
Are to be blamed?
Why judge me so harshly?
brought fiends upon myself?  

Could it have been myself that suffocated
cornered myself in a dark room with fear,
no strength to howl?
I just wanted it to end
wanted it to stop
the eager to turn back time
why could it have been me?

Broken inside
desperately need you to hear echoes of my cry
but i'm scared I will to be blame
Deprived to cry out loud,
Voice out
my heart, my mind is as far as I can cry out for help
i'm scared, scared
of shrewd eye that's oblivious to see the truth
even more scared to let my own truth out
Thymia Phora
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Thymia Phora  21/F/Johannesburg
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