Musings by The Poet Loriet
The Charade
Words needing release remain trapped
under my mask of pride.
Emotions wounded lie quivering
like slimy, blubbery globs of chicken liver,
raw and exposed.
I must not let you see
so I scramble
to perform the dance of politeness,
my shield of armor in place...
Don't/ Can't/ Won't Act Wounded...
So, you see, I'm fine,
not vulnerable and human
and scared that I need this
more than you.
Protection from rejection...
Must rehearse Act I, Scene II
to protect ugly, raw emotion,
heart exposed,
pinned on my sleeve
with a butcher knife...
Damn you!
I won't let you see me cry,
but in the privacy
of three a.m. insomnia,
hot lava tears burn my eyes
and singe my eyelashes!
I just thought our friendship
meant so much more...
caught unaware and...
so very wrong!
When you filled the void in your life,
you forgot to save me a seat...
I can't ask permission,
Is this seat taken?
I'm afraid you'll say yes
and I want you to care about my life,
not just scouts, dance, school
(housekeeping details)~
So I'll wear my mask still
even though
it makes it so damn hard
to breathe!
Lori Beal
under my mask of pride.
Emotions wounded lie quivering
like slimy, blubbery globs of chicken liver,
raw and exposed.
I must not let you see
so I scramble
to perform the dance of politeness,
my shield of armor in place...
Don't/ Can't/ Won't Act Wounded...
So, you see, I'm fine,
not vulnerable and human
and scared that I need this
more than you.
Protection from rejection...
Must rehearse Act I, Scene II
to protect ugly, raw emotion,
heart exposed,
pinned on my sleeve
with a butcher knife...
Damn you!
I won't let you see me cry,
but in the privacy
of three a.m. insomnia,
hot lava tears burn my eyes
and singe my eyelashes!
I just thought our friendship
meant so much more...
caught unaware and...
so very wrong!
When you filled the void in your life,
you forgot to save me a seat...
I can't ask permission,
Is this seat taken?
I'm afraid you'll say yes
and I want you to care about my life,
not just scouts, dance, school
(housekeeping details)~
So I'll wear my mask still
even though
it makes it so damn hard
to breathe!
Lori Beal
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The Charade
The Charade