Act like I’m happy
That nothing hurt.
That I know everything.
I’m the perfect little angel.
But angels are fragile, breakable, crushable.
Look into my eyes and realize the lie.
I’m not happy but lost
not invincible but vulnerable.
I don’t know everything, I know nothing.
My wings have shattered, I’m a falling angel.
My angelic facade hides the real me inside the lie.
Do you believe the lie?
Or will you see though the crack in my halo.
I don’t shrink from the darkness, I seek it.
I don’t loathe the pain, I relish it.
I don’t love you, I hate you.
You remind me of what I pretend to be,
of what I long to be.
In the darkness I cry
a river of black tears.
I float lifelessly down an endless stream
surrounded in my darkness
Can you realize the lie?
Or will you be blinded by the angel on the outside?
~ Written by Cheri MacKenzie March 12th, 2002 ~
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