I eat the dirt, it taste like dirt <br />it is not the dirt, i profess it is. <br />It is not the sun, it is a smile <br />it helps me realize, it is not. <br />I smile my broken smile, one <br />more crack, my face falls off. <br />The sink, is full, my mask, falls <br />washed in my tears, i smile.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-i-try-to-grow/
