Faces on the lace.
Masks for the outside world.
Change
eyes and nose,
mustache.
It’s all so simple
all so difficult
when I can’t control my small world.
That’s everything to me
when they have control
of all I hold dear
and their hold is pain.
It rips through my heart
my eyes seep salt water.
My mouth wrinkles
crinkles in disgust.
Frustration in deep hidden corners.
Bursts in pain
chokes in crying.
All so complicated.
All so simple
when the lace of lies
is drawn back.
My calm
tender heart exposed
for so few to see
for so few to see
when it crinkles and jerks
in hurt
in angry sobs of crying.
For yes,
I do love
and I do hate
and I do live
unhappily
in my sorrowful fate.