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As an actress I pride
Myself in my ability to create
A convincing facade
That can fool the world
Into thinking all is well
Life is just swell
So I smile, hiding
My pain
Under this weary grimace
That seems to cover quite well
Life is my theater
You all are the crowd
My character is happy
This smile hides my frown
Which can never show
Itself
Never break character
Only offstage, when I’m alone
Then I am myself
But I become an actress once more
Whenever I leave my home
Myself in my ability to create
A convincing facade
That can fool the world
Into thinking all is well
Life is just swell
So I smile, hiding
My pain
Under this weary grimace
That seems to cover quite well
Life is my theater
You all are the crowd
My character is happy
This smile hides my frown
Which can never show
Itself
Never break character
Only offstage, when I’m alone
Then I am myself
But I become an actress once more
Whenever I leave my home
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aggressive, you tell your therapist,
he's always been aggressive.
you detail the storms you weathered,
the verbal battering ram,
the hammer that kept falling until
the nail fell into place.
"he never hit me", you're quick to assure,
but you do speak, eventually,
about the threats, about the way he towered
over you, above you, through you,
the ways he threatened to hurt you &
the time you watched her fly into a wall.
but, but, but, but, but
you don't want to be unfair to him.
his demons are sharper-clawed,
bigger, scarier, more sadistic.
yours are a children'
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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The midnight falls upon
The city, like a blanket
Of black & blue.
And to lift this strangeness
And coldness, I think quietly
Of you.
The warmer days of your smile,
The breath's ocean currents,
The kisses that came as
Fires, so lovely and strange
& sudden!
The nights of the stormy
Planets, when the atmosphere
Felt dense as an oven's,
Because we were together,
Flaming, foolishly loving!
And now we're physically
Separated, and maybe it is right,
But I still think of you
When the blanket, falls
In the form of the midnight.
(4/04/2015).
Y. Syskov.
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Love this one....Life is reduced to acting.. and acting becomes life..
Hasan
Hasan