A Pretty Face Beside The Pain

A pretty face
standing beside
the pain,
like a broken heart
left in the rain.

The twinkle in my
eye diminishes,
as you hold my
face in your hands.

Carved,
vexed in me it
scours,
devours
making me feel
like I have no
power.

A pretty face
glancing at the
pain,
watching her
world flash
before her.

The world hurls
me under,
making me wonder
if I'll ever be more.
It tricks me into
thinking I'm almost
there, when still I,
forever the same.

The rose-like color
fades from my
cheeks,
and here lies a soul
so meek;
all she seeks is to
be more,
more than a pretty
face beside the pain.

** i feel this way sumtimes when little things ruin my lif,e its like its over and i just feel like a pretty face beside my pain bc i know i can be so much more (we all can) but the pain keeps me here.**