If I let you in
And show you my mind
Would you abandon me?
It happens all the time.
If I let go of my mask,
And reveal my disease,
Would you still love me?
Or would you flea?
I've given up caring about anyone.
They always leave me unraveled, undone.
No one sees through my mask, I've perfected it, see.
Or maybe, just maybe,
No one cares about me.
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Poems
PoetryA book of poem that were inspired randomly by reading a sentence in a fan-fic.
