Still Standing Here

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This poem is about feeling like people look right at me and right through me. Never seeing any real part of me.

Submitted: July 18, 2008

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Submitted: July 18, 2008



Now here I am and there you are

I'm still standing here in the shadow of my former self

Shivering in the jaded chill

You never look too closely

At the smile ever so carefully put into place

Or the last flicker of the dying flame

I'm still standing here

Waiting to hear you call me by my real name

You see the beautiful mask

I am crippled by the fraudulent face

You've taught me to wear it ever so well

It integrates, takes up space, becomes part of me

Forever concealing the broken and lonely

I'm still standing here, thunderstruck numb

Hope, Faith, and the Real Me, came and believed

Then bolted out the nearest door

Can you see it? Can you feel it?

There's nothing left except the hum of silence,

A trail of a ghost, and the ashes on the floor.

4 July 2008

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