The Face of My Heart
As I walk by,
On a street unknown to me,
People stare.
Some laugh and giggle and whisper,
Others look away in disgust,
My face, which is worn, scarred, and beaten; life was harsh.
Life beat me down, burned me and wore me out.
And my face is the evidence.
My eyes are the deep pockets that hold everything, but nothing at all.
My skin is burned, wrinkled, and dark.
My nose is what smelled the horrors of the earth.
My lips have been seduced to many traps.
My ears have died, leaving everything mute.
I am solitary and lonely.
Nobody can stand my hideous face.
Nobody can see my real face.
The face of my heart.
As I walk by,
On a street unknown to me,
People stare.
Some laugh and giggle and whisper,
Others look away in disgust,
My face, which is worn, scarred, and beaten; life was harsh.
Life beat me down, burned me and wore me out.
And my face is the evidence.
My eyes are the deep pockets that hold everything, but nothing at all.
My skin is burned, wrinkled, and dark.
My nose is what smelled the horrors of the earth.
My lips have been seduced to many traps.
My ears have died, leaving everything mute.
I am solitary and lonely.
Nobody can stand my hideous face.
Nobody can see my real face.
The face of my heart.