Mask

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  • Sadness

    Mask

     This mask I wear,
    She serves me well,
    she hides my face,
    so they cant tell,

    They see her smile,
    never her tears,
    She shows no sorrow,
    She fights all my fears,

    They believe she's me,
    If only they knew,
    That she is my mask,
    My savior too.

    My Scars she hides
    Behind laughter and lies,
    She says shes fine,
    but slowly...she dies.

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    Insideme commented on Mask

    03-06-2010

    I really liked this, very relative to us all. Great!
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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