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Nov 2010
I bite my lip,
So you can't see.
All the pain and sadness,
Deep inside of me.

And this disguise works,
At least for the time.
I can still call you,
And say that you're mine.

Because you don't know that I'm sad,
Or crazy or insane.
You don't know,
All the things in my brain.

You don't know the thoughts,
You don't know the fears.
You can't see the heartache,
You can't feel the tears.

You can't feel the knife edge,
You don't see the blood.
I promise it's alone a little,
No more then a flood.

Don't worry about it though,
Because I hide them every day.
When I think about it,
I know exactly what you'd say.

I'm a fool for what I did,
Just a fool without a trick.
I'm just another cat,
Who's wounds she will lick.

This disguise is working,
So I'll wear this mask till I die.
But must forgive me darling,
For I never meant to lie.
Written by
Isabella James
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   Katrina Kovach
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