Locked in a Room Stained White

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Trying to be that child you always dreamed of Mothers perfect angel daddy's little girl Making compromise with myself to bring your happiness Hiding my broken soul with a perfect smile Dreading this life of superficiality Praying for that day to come When I can finial shed these bottled tears This shell of me is slowing down Abused and battered its time is coming short Yet today again I'm putting on that painted smile

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March 1, 2005 00:28My_pain_your_thrill

This poem makes me think of how i feel about my mother leaving me, dont know if that was the intention, but i like it

February 22, 2006 18:07lost the lonely dead

felt a little like that recently in a different sort of way...i really like what you've got here it actually says something.....meaningful even if it isnt just a ramble, then again maybe it is....i dont know!!! so confused, ok...im done now...