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[aid] => mick
[title] => funnyfaces
[time] => 2002-07-26 10:19:10
[hometext] => We have all had a friendship or known someone that has where we cannot at like ourselves and feel like we have to impress our so called "acquaintances". Well that is exactly what this poem is about
[bodytext] => Immobilized individuality take over my funny faces
Tears stain my cheeks, nonetheless comical expressions and irritated facades leave no traces Infamy written in my eyes, however a quick joke erases it Pain etched in my voice, but for sarcasm my acquaintances mistake it Visualizing peaceful satisfaction in this being of torture is only how I can escape it Persistently placing myself in misery merely to gain acceptance I camouflage my true identity just for a second to acquire artificial contentment Grasping onto pleasure the solitary thing I feel is mentality resentment With each fake smile and every replicated laugh my stress lifts I wish these phony features and fallacious appearances I could abolish Although then when thought of, which of my characteristics would be acknowledged? Why instead of me these impertinent associates am I trying to impress? Rather having unreliable friends than a broken heart, I mentally misinform Into what inane allies desire me to be is what I transform Why for the appreciation of inconsiderate companions am I becoming a woman scorned? For the spirit within me that I have eradicated no one mourns Now from my face these two disguises I have torn Moreover, into misty forlorn nights this masquerade I do heave For the remnants of an influential soul I do not grieve. The reproduction of a woman true is what I wish to conceive Only wanting to be real to myself, these duplicated emotions I cannot continue to perceive But when bringing forth my unique distinctiveness, Which one of my peer pressure contacts will believe? No longer for them am I trying to make a good impression When all I sought to bestow was respect They supplied me with identity depression Now being myself, all I sense is detachment and amity dejection What did I do wrong? No, why were they my comrades from the start should be the question To all who conceal their qualities I hope from my anecdote you got the message Attempting a friendship in misdirection I learned my lesson Never again will I lower my intellectuality for another’s sake I’ve arrived at the boundary where I’ve endeavored as much as my heart can take No longer when I look in the mirror will staring back at me be disgrace For into the trash I willingly place The distressing sadistic remains of my double masked funny face [comments] => 1 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 16 [informant] => PoeticShawdy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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