Poem on Unreal Personality: Fickle Face
What's Behind My Poem
The saddest truth is, it's not always easy to bring our original and authentic versions. First, we get criticized by the community where we are inn, and their criticisms are mostly destructive, not constructive. And after getting criticized, our minds ask for a change without knowing whichh criticism we have received. Okay, we characterize a face, then.Fickle Face
A Social Commentary Poem on Unreal Personality
There’s a speaking silhouette on your side, unknowingly designed
Against all facts, searching for new persons, hunting the matchings
No one is requested to be someone else
only you break the door once
There’s a tiny head, there’s a small fragmen
They merge in togetherness, become friends
create and paint the other form of you
because of the silly little you
Until your paper is already full
The pencil still works that cool
You getting panic, getting late
Moving, jumping, somersaulting to seek for another plate
Having nothing left, silly you, silly little you
The fickle face holds too many forms with just a goal
Compete to be shown and seen as real
while you receive more drawings, paintings
But, your paper is only a piece
There’s another speaking silhouette on your side
comes from the addiction to split and hide
plays around with your splitted soul
until the chaos has no more bowl
Being authentic is tough. Sometimes it's even threatening.
ReplyDeleteYo, that’s true! Thank you so much for commenting.
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