I Paint Myself Daily

I paint myself daily, sexy and cartoonish
Betty Boop and Jessica Rabbit sexy.
But I camouflage that it is me.
I pretend it is not.
I paint me over and over and over
Pretending it is someone else.
Not me, certainly.

I am not a 3-D woman, I am a 
Two-D caricature, not complete or deep.
Not human at all really…
Others look at me and see a real live girl.
I see a cartoon crone, 
A disappointed in-life hack, 
Carefully and gingerly tiptoeing around,
Trying to hide the damage life has assailed.

Careful to not show my destruction
And devastation, I prance and dance through life,
Hiding empathetic me, until she is screaming to
Get out, in the form of a poem.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Mcferran Avatar
March 29, 2019 at 11:39 PM
As always... this is so very TRUE. We do paint ourselves over and over, whether in paint or poetry, as everything we create bears some expression of our inner self! Great write! ;)
Krutsinger Avatar
March 30, 2019 at 4:14 AM
Thank you my Soul Sister, you get this. I will not say who did not, but I was disappointed.
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