Saturday, September 3, 2011
Poetry For The Week From The Pied Piper
Ugly On The Inside
Outside I may seem put together and so strong.
Everyone in the world sees this too, so how could they be wrong?
Perfectly groomed, not a hair out of place.
Make-up immaculate on a brown skinned Botticelli face.
But, inside alone is all that I am. At times it’s all I think I’ll ever be.
Yet, everyone asks, “How could a girl so beautiful be lonely?”
As if there could ever be an answer that would suffice.
As if I haven’t asked myself the same question once or twice.
Was I not enough?
Did I not give to the poor?
Is this eternal solitude a wish made by an enemy with an unsettled score?
If only everyone would stop and peer into my eyes, look deep.
Maybe they’d find the biggest secret I keep.
So, next time we’re together and you say goodbye…
Stare, you’ll notice I’m trying hard not to cry.
Peer under the make-up, the nice clothes, the hair.
Because that’s where it’s laid out bare:
The wounded soul of a lonely woman…who just wanted someone to care.