NOTHING LEFT

You think you may see me,
but your eyes only perceive my disguise.
What you see is a mask,
I look out, from behind at the word,
with careworn weary sad eyes.

You’ll only see what I want you to see.
Never the real me inside.
I’ll never show you,
my expressionless face.
Just a mask,
always wearing a smile.

No more feelings
They have all gone
Nothing left on the inside

I stare down into the abyss
It stares back up at me
Both us sharing the nothing inside
That I hide so nobody can see
No more feelings left
They have all gone
Nothing left here on the inside

Outside I’m laughing
Inside you won’t hear a sound
My mind is a prison,
Where no trace of emotion is left
behind to be found

No means of escape
There is no way out
No doors not even a key
Sit in darkness and silence here inside my head
Nobody can set me free

No more feelings
They have all gone
Nothing left on the inside

I stare down into the abyss
It stares back up at me
Both us sharing the Nothing inside
That I hide so nobody can see
No more feelings
They have all gone
Nothing left here on the inside
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
Not much to say about this one. It's dark but I like it

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Abby1963online today!
I can relate to this beautifully written poem. Happy Thanksgiving cheers
ManicCC
Thank you,
what ever thanksgiving we don't do it this side of the pond confused
rolling on the floor laughing
but I hope you have good one
peace & heart beating
HotrodLarrys
Interesting Poem,
I must say, and yes it was kinda Dark tho very well written, Nice Job tip hat

Hotrodlarrys
ManicCC
@ HotrodLarrys
thank you cheers
Happygolucky4u
This is well written and so true for so many. Actually the world has become a master of disguise. Gone are the days of getting to know others. Your neighbors, your work mates and/ or your mate. Everyone wearing the mask not wanting to be seen blues A mask made of pain. I share a good bit of me and how I feel in life yet even I hold back some, that no one ever sees.
dunno
ManicCC
@Happygolucky4u
I'm glad you think this piece is well written.
It is not so much about the masks that we all wear as we go about the world, but about what is colloquially called “Smiling Depression”
yaspark
Staring down into the abyss and watching it stare back up may cause a headache for sure,
nice poem, makes you willing to visit dark places, thank you!
ManicCC
yaspark
Thank you
ladyjewelonline today!
To find someone who lifts the masks and is good with the raw and real person that's left, and you can do the same, that person knows you teddybear heart wings
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