Sta.sh
With big smiles she greeted her friends,
Drowning in the crowd of people.
How many claimed to be her loved ones?
Hundreds? Thousands? She lost count long ago.
They welcomed her with jokes and laughter,
and she replied with hugs and kisses,
Pretending not to see the cracks in their masks
Or the lies in their voices.
She knew they were hiding something,
She heard the whispers behind her back,
Saw the greed behind their smiles,
And sensed their hatred long ago.
And every day she felt another part
Of her soul breaking away.
At night she tried to fix it,
Trying to reattach the broken pieces,
But as the time went by she realized
That the harder she tried, the faster she broke.
And so she continued what she had once started,
Acting cheerful, while breaking apart,
slowly creating her own mask
To hide her true self.
Until one day she met you,
The girl who refused to wear a disguise,
A big grin in your face,
And true kindness in your words.
Your left hand you had outstretched,
In your right you held a piece of tape
To mend her fractured soul
As you welcomed her into your world.
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Seriously, you've got a good, straightforward way of saying things, and this line
Hundreds? Thousands? She lost count long ago.
especially is gold.
That being said, there are times you can be too straightforward.
I really like this work. There's great potential in here. But masks have been done so many times that almost anything that addresses them in poetry becomes an instant cliche, no matter the level of talent of the author. I'd have preferred to see you address your feelings of false belonging and empty friendships through another medium - masks, after all this time, have almost become untouchable.
That being said, you have some key moments of originality in here.
Specifically, the tape. The tape was good and the tape was new - it was something I hadn't heard before, and I liked how you had tape both come from the girl herself and from new, true friends who brought ways to mend herself inside. That was really excellent.
Saw the greed behind their smiles,
I also really like this line. Greed is an emotion not often brought up during discussions of false friendship, but I really like how you've brought it in, like everybody wants a piece of her. That's excellent.
I am not the writer of this poem. You've got a lot of favorites here and you might want to keep it as it is - and it's your right to do so. I come with critiques and suggestions and constructive criticism, but you can choose to do whatever you want with my words, even and especially if that means nothing at all.