Nobody Knows Her

 

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I know a few people who wear a mask for the outside world and I find it sad:

Because she’s insecure

she boasts of achievements.

Because she feels unattractive

she reapplies the lipstick and pouts.

Because she worries he’s bored

she flirts with the others.

Because she craves love

she holds on to her own.

Because she’s uneducated

she bombards them with facts.

Because she feels dull

she scatters her fake glitter.

Because she’s a mess inside

she’s careful on the outside.

 

Nobody knows her –

they never will.

Nobody understands her –

including herself.

 

On an unrelated note, we’ve just been given the awful news that my mother-in-law has 4-6 weeks to live. I can’t imagine being told I had 42 days left to live.  Although we knew she was terminally ill and might not make it until next winter; she’s still whizzing around (albeit now in a Zimmer) and  it’s difficult to imagine she’s not got long left for this earth. I’ll either be cutting way back on my writing due to mental block, or I’ll be writing frantically for the next few weeks. Not sure which yet.

 

 

I Didn’t Know

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I trusted you when you said I was yours

But I didn’t know you were never mine

I trusted you when you gave me your love

But I didn’t know you passed it around

I trusted you when you said you’d be there

But I didn’t know you were everywhere

I trusted you when I sprawled out naked

But I didn’t know I wasn’t rare meat

I trusted you when I served up myself

But I didn’t know extremes of your greed

I trusted you with my fragile thoughts

But I didn’t know you’d crush them and grind

I trusted you when I gave you my soul

But I didn’t know it was freefalling

I trusted you when I gave you my life

But I didn’t know I wasn’t enough

I trusted you

but I didn’t know.

 

In response to the daily word prompt trust

 

If you liked this you may (or may not) enjoy Bitter Split, Careful What you Wish For and Then and Now