What they expect

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about keeping up appearances for the expectations of others.



They need me:

Those crawling, writhing masses

below my feet.

I must be strong

so their brittle bones don't break

and crumble at my fingertips.

I put on my painted mask.

I show them tough, content,

so their minds don't bow

beneath the draw of their emotions.

I show them real, harsh,

but mellowed beyond recognition.

I show them sadness,

but devoid of tears,

sweet without the salty.

I show them pain

without the wounds,

only an allusion of old scars.

I show them war

but no battles,

nor swords nor death nor guns.

I show them me,

but only the shadow, the ghost.

I show them what they want to see.


Submitted: December 18, 2014

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