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I am a beautiful creature in the picture
a master of my own disguise
If you'll see who I really am, you'll be running to mountain Heiss
A **** princess in the light
But prowling every night for a prey lurking in the dark.
You are the one in my sight
You should run for your life.
I am turning to a monster
Right before your eyes
A merciless killer, this is what I've become.
My fangs and claws are hidden
I'll come to you when you least expected
And I strike.
This is what I've become since the rainy night.
I am a MONSTER.
This is inspired from a song, I also wrote this recalling what I have become after people i loved hurt me.
"Did you fall for the brains?"

No. I fell for his soul. I fell for the person behind the facade. I fell for his cries behind smiles. I fell for his pains behind jokes.

It was beautiful - falling for someone who is as dented as you are.
She Writes Dec 2017
I am trying to blend,
In a word filled with the opressed,
Distressed, and self-obsessed.
It leaves me a little depressed.

Authenticity is hard to come by.
Everyone is medicated.
Facades often created.
The fakery I have always hated.

I don’t belong.
All they see is skin.
Doesn’t matter what’s within.
Could care less where I’ve been.

Show me something below the surface.
Give me something more.
Let your feelings out til’ your throat is sore.
Be real, that’s all I ask for.
Lexi Dec 2017
"IM A *****"
I catch myself saying more often than not.
But oh no,
no no no I am not actually one.
My dear friend,
this facade, if you will, is protecting me from getting hurt by people and expectations, from allowing people to see who I actually am.
A baby in a bee costume does not make the baby a bee..
Allison Nov 2017
Blank—
That’s my mind when they talk and laugh,
sharing stories of shallow privilege.
What should I say:
That I don’t feel like a person,
That I don’t know how to brush my teeth and be okay.
They got tattoos of dolphins, with friends over spring break, on their wrists;
I got the words second chance, by myself in a ***** strip mall, over my heart.
Maria Etre Nov 2017
I fell
for my
own
assumptions
of you
Maria Etre Oct 2017
When was the
last time
you felt the
liberating rush
of the naked truth?
Ella Sep 2017
She walks around in clover fields.

And dances in the sky.

She speaks a voice of summer breeze.

And eyes, no tears to dry.

She lives her life with grace and ease

You wouldn't take a second look

But behind the fare facade she keeps,

the missing soul he took.
A poem I wrote for a friend
Elemenohp Sep 2017
You come off as tough and unyielding,
And I, a maliable form..
Show me your weakness;
And I'll show you my strength.
Heaven Aug 2017
In my world,
there is death,
sadness,
distrust,
hatred,
depression,
anger,
worries,
lim­its,
terror,
fights,
arguments,
and most importantly,
pain.
But I guess you don't care,
because in your world
it's the exact same,
but with a pretty cover page
that you use as a façade.
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