Looking In The Mirror After Crying
I was never a pretty cryer-like movie scenes depict
They weep beautiful tears-I weep until I am sick
I scream and curse and sob and yell
Until my head throbs and my eyes swell
I curl up under blankets-they feel friendly on my face
I nest myself in my bed-there seems to be no better place
I sniffle, and sigh and feel sorry for myself
I sneak a roll of toilet paper and leave it on my shelf
Finally I leave my nest-to see if this tree will tip
I peep out into the world-and it is as I remember it
I look in the mirror and gasp at what I see
Everything is spilling out all over me
I guess it makes sense-I wear my feelings on my face
Though I'd much rather it not be the case
I was never skilled at the trick of concealing
And so I'm cursed with everyone knowing what I'm feeling
poem by Aria Siren
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