Outside I'm masquerading...

They see the smile on my face,
They assume there's strength within.

'It's not strength' I want to tell them, 'It's surviving',
The world didn't give me a choice but to survive.

I'm screaming within, weeping, crying out,
Hear me, See me, Feel me, HELP ME!!!

But they see the smile on my face,
They assume there's strength within.


Title - The Tracks Of My Tears by Smokey Robinson

He who has begun has half done...

I don't write poetry, I don't want to write poetry, I don't think I can write poetry and I'm most especially not a big fan of conventional poetry. I had enough of that in school. 

Over the last few days I've read a couple of books that have dealt with the themes of hope, struggle, and the general purpose of life especially a life beset by struggles...(if anyone has an answer to life's purpose I'd be happy to hear it).

Anyway these books awakened a little bit of creativity in me (probably because I identify with the themes) and I started writing dialogue which I hope will be incorporated into a story I've been mulling on, but I thought in the meantime I'd post it here. I've pretty much shortened the dialogue into a form of prose...I hesitate to say poetry because like I said, I don't write poetry.

Title - I'm taking a step away from music with this one, title's from a quote by Horace.