All Piled Up ~ #poetry by @Tashtoo
I have never revealed my truth to anyone.
I've lied, I've sinned,
I've played dress-up and lived persona's that never fit
all in an effort to keep them from finding out.
To this day, no one knows my story
though many will have no trouble thinking they can tell you
I laugh, and let them have their say
My walls are strong
There is strength in knowing
only I know.
It means no matter how nasty they get
No matter how low-blow, knee to the groin dirty
they want to play
they've got nothing if they're not starting with fact.
We show so many faces
run so many stories
but when was the last time you spent a moment with your truth.
Not the bullshit they sell you
through self-help books and motivational speeches
(Yup...got that down too)
but the bullshit that is you?
That festering, stinking pile where you've buried every dream you know you'll never realize.
That manure heap where the stench keeps them from digging too deep.
Putting distance between them and the bleeding heart they want you to believe they understand.
They don't have a fucking clue.
None of them do.
Today's face will be a happy one.
It almost always is.
They are always so much easier to fool
when I'm smiling.
And when the sun goes down,
I'll grab my shovel
and pray the walls that house my pile
won't burst.
There will be time to build new walls
tomorrow.
Firing up the pen for OpenLinkNight with dVersePoets. Doors open at 3pmEST.
I've lied, I've sinned,
I've played dress-up and lived persona's that never fit
all in an effort to keep them from finding out.
To this day, no one knows my story
though many will have no trouble thinking they can tell you
I laugh, and let them have their say
My walls are strong
There is strength in knowing
only I know.
It means no matter how nasty they get
No matter how low-blow, knee to the groin dirty
they want to play
they've got nothing if they're not starting with fact.
We show so many faces
run so many stories
but when was the last time you spent a moment with your truth.
Not the bullshit they sell you
through self-help books and motivational speeches
(Yup...got that down too)
but the bullshit that is you?
That festering, stinking pile where you've buried every dream you know you'll never realize.
That manure heap where the stench keeps them from digging too deep.
Putting distance between them and the bleeding heart they want you to believe they understand.
They don't have a fucking clue.
None of them do.
Today's face will be a happy one.
It almost always is.
They are always so much easier to fool
when I'm smiling.
And when the sun goes down,
I'll grab my shovel
and pray the walls that house my pile
won't burst.
There will be time to build new walls
tomorrow.
Firing up the pen for OpenLinkNight with dVersePoets. Doors open at 3pmEST.
Comments
i wonder though if no one really knows you how that feels though...
it does keep you in the power in that if they cant start with truth there is no foundation...great point that...
it feels so lonely, always having to build those walls....
be who you are, as hard as you can.
this is powerful and filled with intrigue. now i have to go look for my shovel... :)
through self-help books and motivational speeches
(Yup...got that down too)
but the bullshit that is you?
Excellent point raised here. A lot of times people will tell themselves something so much that they think that's their reality, (I read this an I agree with it, so it's true for me) but it's really affected and artificial...what we would like to believe but not what's actually the case. But if even the "genuine" person is still bullshit then all the self-importance is for naught. Damned if you do damned if you don't. Not exactly an encouraging conclusion, but I appreciate it for it's accuracy which paradoxically enough, makes it genuine :)
Not the bullshit they sell you
through self-help books and motivational speeches
LOVE THIS!
Raw, powerful whirlwind of self loathing immersed in the BS of life and self.
How many of us hide from ourselves?
Great, thought provoking write.
I think we all build our walls - perhaps not daily - however strong and in control we feel.
There are aspects of me I don't like (safely hidden behind walls) and I hope nobody catches a glimpse...perhaps they do and perhaps I don't know the me other people see and perhaps I don't know me at all - just think I do...
Anna :o]
I am more for demolishing the walls before they fall in on me, but that was a lesson I had to live to believe.