.Mis-Representing My Surface.

.Mis-Representing My Surface

By: Marie Castiano

.The water on the surface of my pool

has never been crystal clear,

they always judged my book by its cover

and named it fear,

she's so weird,

personality is so hard to read,

too hard to guess who could she be.

.It has never been worth the trouble

or the struggle to get to know me,

they have so many misconceptions created by their glory.

I mess up and they laugh,

I pick myself up, when i didn't realize that I crashed,

I realized long ago they will never understand,

they will accept any fake thing that I put between in their hands.

.To be sincere is your destruction,

to know their betrayal is their disruption,

to never trust again is as good as it gets,

to hold back my tears is my best bet,

it's happened so much,

that I've fallen in love with my beautiful depression,

I've put all my battle scars into one section.

.To love so much is always my mistake,

to give what I can't receive it always my disgrace,

to believe that my positivity will keep me on track,

when I have to fake so many emotions it takes me off my path.

.What my heart desired never reflects on my surface,

they will never see my tears,

as long as I am focused,

I hide my pain behind every door that I open,

all the doors that I have closed

will never again be opened,

.I gave them all a try to really get to know me

before I died,

the Marie they knew died long ago

just because they denied her the happiness

that she desired long ago.

.And so I've mis-represented my surface

because it's obvious to me now that it was never worth it,

the face you see it's just a mask,

my tears are hidden inside my hearts flask,

my words are kind,

but are spilled just like poison,

its obviously a miracle that I keep on going.

.My last words were,

you'll never know me,

because I will always portray myself as the phony,

I will forever fake it, until I make it,

and I will remain a good liar,

yes I was the seller,

and everyone else was the buyer.