Dark Side:

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Silence is the only comfort in this dark world.
It makes me different and a freak.
Its what makes me darker and corrupted from the others.
And makes me hide what I am.
I wear a mask to hide my true self and feelings.
Feelings are the only thing that I cannot comprehend.
I try to fit in but the pressure it keeps me in the back.

It makes me wonder if I should keep going
To even try to enjoy myself when I'm young.
But all I want to do is make new problems that breaks me,
Even now as I pick up my broken feelings I still get hurt by the shards.

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Okay that was my second poem so I'll make more😶.

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