What did you think of me before? Before my melodic song turned into a long periodic sigh?
Back when you didn't know of the negativity that surrounds my brain... stuck in the train of my thoughts? What'd you think when I held on to these things, allowing them to be amidst the hurt I store, holding on and walking until I'm lost?
For the umpteenth time.. I am sorry. I'm sorry for trying to carry on as if nothings wrong. I'm sorry for dealing with my heartbreak alone.
But I don't apologize for sticking to what I'm used to.
You're starting to see pass my disguise but that's not a reason to not continue to hide.
Who are you to think you're entitled to parts of my undercover title.
How do I know I can trust you? Your tactics have nothing to do with my emotional well being, you're only trying to fulfill your feelings of lustful dealings.
Excuse me, I must be off to better things because this won't last. I can say thank you though, for helping me realize I do deserve to be free from the past.
Which now includes you.. and my mask.
- Donna
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PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts of a young black girl, expressing herself in a very open and honest way about her experiences and feelings.
