

Masked I look in the mirrorMasked by ~unsung-song
Seeing not my own face,
But the mask I wear
As through the world I pace,
Dark eyes unconcerned stare
From a serene unworried brow.
Underneath I am the ship without a keel
Tossed and thrown by the frenzied waves,
While through the storm swept water of the soul I sail
Aching depths sweep up to yearning waves
Crashing against the ramparts of my heart to weep and flail.
I look at you pass
Seeing not you, only a mask,
And at you I wonder
What do you dream I ask,
Needing to talk and ponder
On the beauty of another.
Beneath are you cold and lonely as the night,
Or the softest touch of silken moonlight stealing


Untitled I smile at them as they passUntitled by ~unsung-song
Meaningless faces, meaningless smiles
Some of them think they know me
But they don't see the darkness
Welling up inside.
I listen to them chattering
Insincere voices, insincere words
Some of them talk about me
But they don't speak the emptiness
From which I have to hide.
I toil at my studies
Pointless concepts, pointless problems
Some of them mean to strain me
But they don't take the effort
Which wards off my despair.
I look to my friends
Superficial people, superficial support
Some of them try to comfort me
But they don't share the pain
That I must always bear.
I stare at the screen late at n


hurts the most The tears that hurt the mosthurts the most by ~unsung-song
are the ones that don't fall.
When you're so empty inside
that nothing comes out.
The smiles that hurt the most
are the ones that are forced.
Not the "how are you I'm fine" ones
but the kind a good friend has to work for.
The laughs that hurt the most
aren't the ones at you.
But the happy ones of other people
that you don't want to burden.
The words that hurt the most
aren't "I still love you"
or "please don't go"
or the bitter words of arguments
The words of acceptance, cutting so sharply
they barely sting.
The thoughts that hurt the m


truth in the eyes I am the ghost of me.truth in the eyes by ~unsung-song
Always standing two steps behind.
Just a shadow, of the real me.
Sensing everything, but locked in my mind
Utterly unable to alter reality.
I am bound, dumb, but not blind.
People are made of glass and I see into their hearts,
Fearing always what I will find.
I am weary, weary of being tongue tied,
The shackles made of love and fear,
A thousand trial conversations,
Made of thoughts and words I can't share.
I am trying myself, guilty of being alive,
Every person, judge and jury made unaware.
The juries out, but I condemn myself each day,
As into every pair of eyes I stare.


smile through tears Tears,smile through tears by ~unsung-song
the only way to see her pain.
Smiles,
the only window to her heart.
Her eyes,
Show so much of her emotion.
She tries to hide it,
but everyone knows.
Smiles and tears,
Only shows her character.
Tries to be strong for everyone,
Hides her tears.
But in her weakness
Others step up to be her smiles.
Her tears never out weight the smiles,
But the smiles come naturally.
Smiles hide her tears.
Her tears of sadness.
Tears flow freely,
But only when she is alone.
Smiles flow freely
All the time!
She hides her tears
To keep others from worrying.
She suppresses her feelings
To allow others their freedom.
Her
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