Things aren't always as they appear on the surface.
Under the surface.
Things aren’t always as they appear on the surface.
A one story flat with ivy galore,
beautifully crafted stain glass door.
A porch that wraps around out of view,
diverting eyes, the scenes all askew.
Under the surface is a woman’s cries,
Ugly purple bruises surround her once beautiful eyes.
A little girl with bouncy blonde curls,
glistening like cornsilk as she twirls.
Laughing and dancing to her hearts delight
diverting eyes, tears fill the dark of night.
Under the surface is a child’s worse fears,
evil has been creeping beneath her covers for years.
A little old man fishing on the side of the creek,
you see him there most days of the week.
Casting his line with precision and flair
diverting eyes, to whats not there.
Under the surface is a grown mans grief,
for the woman who’s passed, there is no relief.
A teenage girl with talent and spirit,
captain of the cheer team, everyones favorite.
Petite and adorned in fancy new clothes
diverting eyes, from being exposed.
Under the surface is a young girls disease,
purging herself for perfection, yet never really pleased.
A young man with promise of a sports scholarship,
with muscles and brains, smart as a whip.
Jumping and scoring, applause and cheers
diverting eyes, from paranoid stares.
Under the surface is a young boys addiction
for the drugs he has chosen, reckless demise is his mission.
Things aren't always as they appear on the surface.