So it's been over a month since my last blog post. Unacceptable. I have a few ideas for upcoming posts so hopefully I will stop failing. What really touched me is that after I stopped posting for a while I had right around 4 people tell me to make another post. I feel loved. Anyway, here's a poem that I wrote a while back and haven't posted yet. I'd love to say this has nothing to do with my life, but unfortunately it does talk about a particular quality of mine. Here goes.
My one fatal flaw: through the years I've perfected my facade.
My mask has been tweaked and reshaped to show an untrue face.
At the draw of a gun I can stand alone, unaffected by the truth left inside.
My heart can't be shattered for there's nothing to break;
The torn shreds of paper just a lost human race.
Stand tall and be proud while I secretly cave.
Crawl into the hole the first shot ever made.
Dig so far down deep that there's nothing to find;
Admit to myself that I'm living a lie.
I personally like this one. Opinions?
Love,
Liz
