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Apr 2010
I go through each day with you
Like I am walking on a wire
Myself I put aside
To meet what you require

These eggshells you have in front of me
Strewn about on this path
I walk around and attempt not to crush
As I carefully avoid your wrath

You have placed a muzzle on my mind
And I am afraid to speak what is there
So I never say what I really mean
And I know that you don't care

This Mona Lisa smile here on my face
I put there to appear serene
When inside I feel that I am losing it
Because I can't say or show to you
How I really feel or what I mean
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Neva Flores Varga Smith
Written by
Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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