Let them be who they pretend to be,
and let them fall.
Leave them to their misery,
their hollow claims and borrowed skin.
Negativity, truth, and karma
will swallow them whole.
For they are their own demon,
their own slow demise.
True colours fracture through the mask,
the costume stained beyond repair.
They hate the mirror of their own heart,
so they hide inside a stranger’s face.
I’ve vanished in the silence.
Buried everything in boxes, in the attic of my mind.
Creaking thoughts
Always trying to escape.
My heart,
A garden of lost things
And empty spaces.
– Jacqueline Lente Poetry
– http://www.jacquelineannlente.wordpress.com
Break Free.
Break Form.
Do not conform,
To the unstable society,
Full of lies and fake belief.
Do not become a robot,
A part of the 21st century working machine.
– “Break Free, Break Form” – Jacqueline Ann Lente
Hold me tight,
Bring me escape.
The shadows of the world fall too heavy upon my face.
I feel so out of it,
Like I don’t belong,
At all in this place.
– “Bring Me Escape” – Jacqueline Ann Lente
Watch me make the world think I’m ok.
Like I have danced all the pain away.
Disguise,
The storm inside.
That rages on.
Barreling waves crashing,
Over and over again.
Drowning.
My heart heavy,
And soul quiet.
Crushed.
But nobody would know,
Nobody would buy it.
From the smile I put on,
A front to keep moving through,
My haunting thoughts.
To find what is still true.
Watch me, I’ve mastered the art.
Of looking like I’m not falling apart.
But inside,
I really have a shattered heart.
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