faking it.

i skip through daisies.
and stop to smell the roses.

i smile all the time.
and see rainbows through poses.

i hardly cry during the day.
and never look back anymore.

my life is peaches and cream.
and my heart is no longer sore.

i laugh all the time.
and never think twice.

i know every inch of my pain.
and it was well worth the price.

i love you, i mean it.
and you are something true.

i don't hate you, i promise.
and i swear, your happiness i will pursue.

i don't have a heart that is hurt.
and it wasn't busted open wide.

i can smile through my tears.
and in weakness, i never reveal my pride.

i am happy where i am, you see.
and the confusion, i plan on taking it.

i am not telling the truth at all.
in fact, i am just faking it.

Melanie McWhirter © 2009

the reality of "she"

she cries at night.
single tear stains on black cotton.
but no one hears.

she paces in circles.
constantly moving.
but never really knowing her destination.

she dreams in hyper color.
nameless faces so haunting.
but she can't assess the meaning.

she glides through the day.
semi-eloquently trotting along.
but she remains fastened.

she smiles on the outside.
glowing green eyes so vibrant.
but inward they are barren.

she cries at night.
single tear stains on black cotton.
but no one hears.


Melanie McWhirter - © 2009