Blank Face (Da Rae)

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Poem by: Da Rae

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: Da Rae

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

This poem was located on my old account.

I wrote this poem about eighteen months ago. I would personally like to dedicate it to every prep who looks over the teenagers with a blank face.

2nd place winner of local library poetry contest.

Summary

This poem was located on my old account.

I wrote this poem about eighteen months ago. I would personally like to dedicate it to every prep who looks over the teenagers with a blank face.

2nd place winner of local library poetry contest.

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Submitted: August 23, 2010

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Submitted: August 23, 2010

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Blank Face

All you may see is my blank face.
Walking through the halls,
my face is
emotionless;
Porcelain lips and nose,
like a doll.
Eyes somewhere else;
blank,
gray,
empty.
Smooth cheekbones,
chiseled from sculptor’s clay.
Calm and unmoving,
surface of water on a still day.
But underneath my carefully composed mask
is
me.

Underneath
The cry of help
Screams
to escape from my porcelain lips.
Behind my blank eyes,
the hurt of
many images
flash through my mind
from that dreary time
that I spend everyday,
thinking.
The tears of sadness
roll down the insides
of my sculpted cheeks.
The
burn
of madness
rips me apart everyday;
same time,
same place.

What is underneath
my carefully composed mask is
nothing for many preps to get excited about.
Why would I want to
sit and tell you
what’s wrong?
You’re a self-centered
prep.
I’d be wasting breath
talking to you.

I’m just another blank face in the crowd,
not enough for
other people and teachers
to even take a second thought.

Some teachers will
look once and turn
their heads;
not taking
a second thought.
One asks if
anything’s wrong.
Some will just
go on with their day
and not even look
because they don’t
want
to
see.

Too much
for two friends
to worry about.

I don’t want to
burden them with my own
problems, because they have
their own to deal with.
I’ve told them,
then I regret telling them
because it hurts somebody,
somehow.

It’s like
a fire
burning inside.
Can’t tell anybody
because they
won’t listen.
I’ve dealt
with it
on my own.
So far,
it hasn’t worked.

Can you see through it?
See through my carefully composed mask?
My blank face?
I doubt it,
because you
don’t care enough.


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