materialistic items sprinkled
over my appearence
along with a smile
painted on
turning up the music
in my life
letting the music
blast from my
headphones
exploding my
ear sockets
tuning out every knife
that cut me
and wounded my
heart
so i don't recall
anything
my perched lips
and deep gaze
into space
blocking and proctecting
me
shielding me from
the tears that
want to fall
but keep being
pushed back
behind my
eyeballs
tension riding on
my shoulder blades
climbing up to
my neck
staying still
still enough that
if you close
your eyes
you're lucky to
disappear
just so you
make it through
another day
the stiff, stern
board
i see staring
back at me
in the mirror
is nothing but
silly putty
in a plastic
container
cracking bit by bit
slowly but surely
still standing tall
but rocking
back and forth
side to side
unleashing
the truth
the honesty
the person that
isn't seen
always hidden
locked away
and never mentioned
of
the girl
who plays the
game
only if she's
winning
knocking opponents
out the box
demolishing them
with consecutive
wins
when she's losing
she's back in
her shell
defeated and broken
just like she's done
everyone else