The Pretender

smiling, living through darkness and pain
finding solace in all the scars and sutures
peering through a window at the falling rain
and tearing at the very thought of a lonely future

dreaming of solitude on the islands hallow shores
observing in envy at the happiness in the world
the pretender lives, broken and alone with all his woes
even in crowds, in his heart the blood incessantly curled

but as he moves on through life, the face he wears is strong
a tortured soul, once so full of life, just simply fades
never intending to do anyone any wrong
nursing scars left from serrated edged blades

knowing no fear of man, only fears of responsibility
moving through life, drowning in memories of yesterday
knowing there are others who suffer from life's perpetual complexity
from failed attempts to drown sorrows, dull hangovers everyday

hoping that one day an end will come to this ill-gotten charade
through poetry, comedy, mindless benders and games
reminiscing, memories in a mind so brutally scarred
the pretender lives on, with no self pity or shame

sometimes things do get out of hand and the sorrow does show
many judge and frown in their blissfully ignorant splendor
the unseen pain and sadness, the pretentious folk will never know 
for the vision before them all, is the smile of the great pretender

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Hidden Beauty

This is 2 part rant. The rant related to this post is on my personal blog, sort of like a BTS to this poem, I recommend you read that first before reading the poem. Or you could read the poem and then read the rant and see if I have conveyed the same message in the poem. your choice. Enjoy!

Some peoples beauty is plain to see,
They've got the eyes that melts your knees,
The smile that makes your heart pound with glee,
And the voice that sends shivers down your back.
You crave their attention and you'd do anything to be a part of their world.
However there are also some peoples whose beauty isn't for everyone to see,
To the naked eye all you see is just another person who lives amongst us,
Nothing special to see and you wouldn't really notice them,
They blend in with the world and live their lives unseen.
Living their life for everyone to see but no one see's them,

Because we always see what we want to and nothing else.
Their beauty is locked up deep within and guarded by lock and key,
If you're lucky they'll give you their key that unlocks their true identity,
The key that turns the regular person in front of you into something really really special.
This is not to say people blessed with physical beauty are empty inside,
But admit it you guys get what you want too damn easy,
People are attracted to you because everyone is attracted to pretty things by nature.
Finding the inner beauty in someone is like finally finding that missing treasure chest,
That was actually right in front you all this time.
Physical beauty is only skin deep but inner beauty lasts forever.

Do you want looks to define who you are? Or do you want people to like you for who you really are?

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