Some people have pretty faces
Just so we can't see
The misery
Hidden behind hours in a bathroom
Putting on their precious makeup
Some people are broken
But they smile
The only thing keeping them from shattering
Some people are mean
But it's just to mask the hopelessness within
Building up by tearing down
In the end
Whether we're pretty, mean, or smiling
We're all wearing masks
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Fight Your Demons
PoetryPoetry from an angry boy, too scared to be a man A paper heart and an incarcerated mind Caged words and a broken tongue The words spilt in the night This is the absence of light, the expired fight All the demons come to take him away In hopes he w...
