I tried not to pour out my heart in a poem so sad. I post (it) my thoughts and sticky each note from my heart’s sticky pad. I place my smile on the pen and write Love on the pad.
The sharp depression of words that graced my mind leave illegible syllables across the past.
Listen as the words I witness give a vision of what my life is missing. The pain of the past mirrors the images of doubt that appear in my prism.
I often lie to myself to keep my smile, in vain…
I cannot hide the turmoil of emotions I have inside. My emotions eventually tell the story of my inner upside down smile.