"Charade" [Prose That No One Knows]
by Kiera Rose Lathan [Do Not Copy/Use/Steal/Ect Without Permission!]
Elegant.
Intelligent.
Quiet.
Introverted.
Hiding so the rest of the world can't see.
Loud.
Obnoxious.
Ridiculous.
Ludicrous.
How the world always sees me.
I'm sick of this charade.
I wish you knew.
I wish you knew.
Couldn't hear the words,
Couldn't feel the hate,
Couldn't bear the fate,
Couldn't feel.. at all.
I wish you could see through my eyes.
Look in that mirror,
And not be dismayed.
I'm waving my white flag.
I give up.
Finally, last breath,
And sigh.
Rest assured,
My heart still beats in frailty,
Broken by all the bats,
Shattered with the barbed wire.
I wish you could think my thoughts,
Feel the world through my fingers,
Then maybe..
You would understand what it is...
To be me.
I make life look effortless.
But behind the laughter and the smiles,
The jokes and the goofiness,
I'm silent.
And nobody would know.
I guess it's just the upset talking.
But i'm sick of it screaming in my ear.
I need a release..
And what better than poetry.
Maybe this is all some sick effort to see who actually reads these things.
14 hours separated from the world,
Nothing I want to see more than you,
But the only thing close enough..
Is my dreams.
And you're always smiling.
The way I remember you.
Happy.
"Pieces from my heart and we're never far apart"
I walk alone.
I wait for someone to catch up,
Wait up,
Slow up.
I still walk alone.
Am I strong enough for this world?
I'm strong enough for mine.
For what I've been through,
The half you have no idea,
And the other seems so simple,
You're lying to yourself.
Stop and breathe.
Look outside and adore the moon.
The eclipse hasn't ended.
It has merely moved on.
Wish upon a star... to take me so far.
To where?
Anywhere.