Me, the Fiction

[gordo]

What can I say that’ll end contradiction?
Can I prove to you fact from the fiction?
My truthful question is where do I start?
Where does begin my torn and bleeding heart?
From time to time, I forget who I am,
The real me is inside, closed like a clam.
I am the person people think they know.
How could they if I never let me show?
I try and try to be all that I can,
All my efforts have faded to the sands.
I know who I am, I know what I think,
I know I’m not he and feel my soul sink.
This mask’s a curse, an everlasting stain,
It’s destined to stay, much to my chagrin.

-G.S.

[4LetterWords]

Good, I liked it. Your rhyming seems a bit fitted, but otherwise you got your point across well. Good work!

[Asphodelle13]

The last two lines kinda threw me off after the perfect rhyming scheme you held for most of the poem...but a valiant effort. It was clever, though I feel(like what was already said) like the rhyming is clouding the idea behind the poem. And that's really what is most important...to just let that idea flow and then revise from there. Good job though.

A sonnet though usually consists of 14 lines..like with 3 quatrains(each 4 lines) and a closing couplet at the end(2 lines). Much like yours. And each one with its own unique rhyming scheme though. So in the future you might want to at least space them up for less confusion and a better flow to your poem. Keep writing! :cool2: