Hiding in Plain Sight

I make it a point to never look how I feel

I try not to reveal

my brokenness

or leak this weakness

at least not visually

Your focus is

my appearance

which is fearless

I hide

some what poetically

in plain sight

I only seem structurally sound

but looks can be deceiving

I'm physically attractive

internally seething

you're only seeing

a beautiful woman with curves

not a grieving mother who's lost her nerve

and the will to interact

and all the cracks in my foundation

impossible to fix like shattered glass

I seem fine

because I contain it quite skilfully

I have mastered the art of going through the motions

putting pain into stanzas

releasing my insanity in small doses

the damage disguised as poems

self sabotage camouflaged

as rhythmic lines

conforming listlessness as an open mic performance

methodically transforming

my confessions is

for all to see and few to hear

a manic depressive mess

masked by sexiness

my image distracts

from my mourning

and all of my warnings

fall on deaf ears

because I'm eye candy

a glance and some claps

no second thought

unheard but observed

more often than not