Red Glass

A Poem by V M Smith

From habits known,
Caused by the unsaid
To relieve the pain,
They call me Red.
I hide emotions
With physical pain,
And feign omniscience
To show I am game
To live in Happiness.
I fake with faith
That no one knows.
But I will ask of you:
Just keep me safe.
As whispers fade,
Just keep me safe.

© 2013 V M Smith

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I fully appreciate reviews, especially when they tear apart my work in an attempt to make it better. Rip, tea, break it down. Tell me how you do not like it, how to make it better. I want your opinion. Truly.

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Added on July 22, 2013
Last Updated on August 9, 2013

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i'm not a writer; i am a liar. i sometimes write far too specifically; i sometimes write so vague even i lose track of what it is i'm on about. i tend to write when i can't think. this seems to be.. more..