Do they care for what I am?
Do they see the truth in me?
Because it feels as though my words are frivolous,
As though no one can see.
That what I've got is meant for them
To test, to poke, to ****.
To figure out
And then they'll find
That this is no facade.

Hide behind beauty's façade
Dripping head to toe in fraud
We will dance into the night
Souls, for once, taking flight
Corseted waists so insanely thin
Disgusting secrets kept within
Painted lips form a shallow smile
Make-up covering features vile
We wish to stay so pretty and slight
Pretending perfection for just one night.

I tend to shy away from makeup
I rarely pick up spray or brush
My heart is in flesh beating
and will one day turn to dust

I don't want to put forth creme facade
so you grimace when it rains
the trails of salt from filmy tears
are all that streak my face

If foreign objects draw you
jeweled tones upon the eyes
I do not fault your fancy tastes
or call concealer lies

But love is not burst into fire
by the curving of a kohl stick
And cheeks that redden with a kiss
are all that I would wish
to feed the flame upon the wick
that brightens and brings higher
two souls too bright to miss

They say opposites attract,
But I can't say the same for me and you,
We are completely the same
which makes our hatreds
Grow stronger.
Why?
Why do we still remain merged,
Once we came to that realization,
That we were never meant to be,
We struggle to keep the relationship going,
We destroy ourselves,
To create the facade of happiness.

For my mother, I put on
My perfect ladylike costume
So she’ll go on thinking
That I’m the perfect daughter
And she’ll keep believing that
I want to live like her.

For my father, I put on
The good girl doing her part
Never wanting a brand new start
Sticking to one plan only
For my whole entire life

For my friends, I put on
My best smiling face
And I always laugh along
Pretending nothing is ever wrong
They’re so easy to deceive

For my enemies, I gloss over
The quarrels with my friends
Or my sense of loneliness
I put on my flawless perfect life
Hoping they’ll go away

For strangers, I put on
My most expensive clothes
I walk a different way
It’s funny how I won’t
Ever even see them again

I often wonder now
Who I really am, or was
Before this poison
Swallowed me.

What pretty words you've sewn together.
What a lovely, fabricated masterpiece they create.
What a wondrous story, once cut and trimmed and edited,
This will someday make.

And when you've finished all the detailing,
May you let it lie here on the floor;
Perhaps somewhere in the foyer
To greet strangers at the door.

Why must the tortured
ice their darkened, bitter cakes
with pretty frosting?

every human being is an island.
so little on the surface
compared to the wonder beneath.
we present only what we wish others to know,
the superficiality consuming humanity.
nobody will ever know what is truly inside
and this is okay
according to society.

but i say **** society.
true contentment resides within our heart
and we must let others reach inside
and with their love guide
us up to the surface
so that our island represents
all of us.
and not just the façade.