Hold It Down
It was the look on your face
that set you apart.
You didn’t share the same vicious glare
as your fake acquaintances.
So pile up all the mascara you want
Live for the glamour and for the boys
who don’t really care about you
Play the game and pray
they don’t realize you’re cheating the rules
Of being fake
You can smoke it all, drink it all
Lose the weight
And hold it down as long as you can
But eventually the smoke will collect in your lungs
and it will blacken your eyes and your smile
And when you finally see
the glamorously dressed skeleton that I do
the whisper of the wind will scream to you
“Image is decay.”
Image is decay.
4 comments:
I don't write poems as good as this. And that guy was right, it has good rhythm.
i think this is really honest which doesnt happen a lot. it also has really distict imagery and repeating jon, excellent rhythm.
xoxo em
it sounds like the kind of thing that would be published, and that an english teacher would ask you to write an analytical essay about. It's so deep!
This is the kind of piece that makes you shiver a little bit, and hope you're not the one the poem is talking to. This is a vicious prophecy. I love it.
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