Hiding
I stare into the mirror as the make-up slowly comes off . And the girl
that stays in hiding all day comes out . The girl with blackened eyes from crying
all night . The one that cuts her wrist just to watch the blood slowly drip down and
form a pool . She does this every night to reassure herself she still has control
over her own life . She stays up thinking of you . You’re the last thing on her mind
before she goes to bed every night . She falls asleep holding on to every last
memory you share . All along knowing you;ve forgotten every single one .
I fall asleep hiding her in the back of my mind . All night long
dreaming of old times and how I used to get the butterflies in my tummy just by
seeing your smile . Then realizing it was all just a dream , I wake up , go to the
mirror and see that girl again . I start throwing things at the mirror , hoping to
make her go away . I punch the mirror praying she’ll disappear . The mirror
shatters and shreds my knuckles . Leaving a blood covered mess across my
bedroom floor . So I get up leaving the mess behind wishing it would take the
memories with it .
In the bathroom putting the make-up back on hiding the girl with the
blackened eyes and cut up wrists . Getting ready to go through another day of
walking around the halls seeing you and her together . The way we used to be .
Back when things were good and life was good and everything made sense .
Back when that girl that stays in hiding didn’t even exist . Then he comes up,
wraps his arms around me, kisses me and stares into my eyes . I stare right
back into his eyes all along wishing I was staring into your s. but all along
realizing I never will again . So I go back home , start taking the make-up off
again, bringing out that girl from her hiding place .
Copyright © Hannah Anderson | Year Posted 2007
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