Sunday, 19 April 2015

Battle Scars and Tarnished Armour

Every morning,
In the steamy bathroom,
You wipe the fog from the mirror,
There you are,

I see you put the masks on,
The strong one,
The happy one,
The together one,
... The fearless one,
The lotions and potions in invincible layers

I hear the gentle sighs,
Almost hear your thoughts,

If only I could be real,
Show the battle scars,
Then who would love me?
Who would understand?

I hear your whispered screams,
And see the cross you bear,

It's me,
You know?

Every morning,
In the steamy bathroom,
I wipe the fog from the mirror,
There I am,

I start to put the masks on,
The strong one,
The happy one,
The together one,
... The fearless one,
Invincible layers and tarnished armour,

I breathe a gentle sigh,
Mumble my thoughts,

If only I could be real,
Show who I really am,
Then who would love me?
Who would understand?

Do you hear my whispered screams?
Do you see the cross I bear?

It's me,
You know?

I would understand.