Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

October 7, 2013

My Mask

by Jenny
Going through the crowd,
Trying to stand tall and proud.
I moved through a decade.
No one suspects my facade.

Feelings trapped in,
Scarring my skin.
Ripping my heart out wide.
Broken and wishing for someone to be by my side.

This charade i acted upon.
This is my Mask i put on.

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