Just A Façade

My face, is just a face,

You can’t say you know me 

after just one glimpse.

 

My face, is just a face,

The smile I wear 

may not be the whole truth.

 

My face, is just a face,

It can’t tell you 

the battles I’ve fought. 

 

My face, is just a face,

It can’t tell you 

the darkness my soul has seen. 

 

My face, is just a face,

It won’t tell you 

the level of hatred I’ve felt. 

 

My face, is just a face,

It can’t show you the years of scars

written on my skin. 

 

My face, is just a face,

It can’t show you the tears

that have streamed down upon it. 

 

My face, is just a face,

It won’t tell you when I love it 

or hate it. 

 

My face, is just a face,

It tells you nothing

of where I’ve been. 

 

My face, is just a face,

It won’t expose of the people’s 

lives I’ve destroyed

 

My face, is just a face, 

It won’t expose any of the 

damage I’ve done.

 

My face, is just a face,

And I want to 

replace it.

 

My face, is just a face,

It’s become one that I feel 

no longer represents me. 

 

My face, is just a face,

And in the end 

a face is what you’ll have seen. 

 

But, my face, is just a face,

So

no one will remember me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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