Another thin slice of red Drawn across the pale shell I've built up to cover my sins Another red tear drips from these eyes that have spent The last decade of her life Discontent To you I have urged the life you've envisioned Into becoming my very own To my own wishes, I have bent and betrayed Only to go along With what I have never been, all along These fake smiles have lasted Through many a night To only be your cradle, and not my own Who am I, I ask, in the underlaying of my passion But only you or what you've built me to be With the real me still trying to press through For with each new line that crosses my flesh Lies another chance for everyone to see That outside, I may be what you've made me But inside, I'm just trying to find who I can never ever be.
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Birth sign: Scorpio
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