Spices of Depression

do you really care to find out who I truly am?

i remove my smiley mask

revealing the turmoil

brewing and bubbling over

swishes of pain

spices of depression

slowly slipping over the sides

of my tightly closed pot

removing my mask

to show you that my

spirit has dimmed some

my smile no longer lights up

from within

the only thing within is

quickly pushing that lid

as my dreams fall to the

side no longer shine 

but tarnished from being lost

in a past that I no longer remember

my mask no longer smiles

as the tips of my smile slowly turn down

what have I allowed myself to become?

no longer recognizing myself

let along remember what I aimed to

accomplish in life

perished on the edge of my bubbling pot

slipping out over the side

i have no idea were I will end up

it seems I have pushed some many away

leaving myself vulnerable with out my smiley mask

what do I have left to give to myself let

alone others

do you really care to find out who I truly am?

MValle 11/7/12