Poem–Bleak and true

UntitledThis is a fake smileI put on a showThere are so many things that you just dont knowWhenever you look away; I cryToo many reasons to nameWhen you turn; I dry my eyeIntimidation, guilt, fear, shame…You’re always yourself, but maybeI’m the one who isn’t readyThe scars are too deepand I can’t feel a thingNo one can reach me;I’m drowning in a seaof suffocating memoriesthat never ceases to let me beWho am I?…shameWho is left?…blameWhere to go?…nowhereThere’s no point in tryingIt’s useless to think aboutI feel like Im dyingMaybe…Im already dead

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.