My face bright red,
No longer in shock.
Their laughs grow louder,
I'm a laughing stock.
The names are ugly,
The lies evil.
They smirk smugly,
Faces filled with hatred.
My voice slowly fading,
Just like my soul.
Slowly vanishing,
Almost gone, becoming dull.
My life diminishing,
Just a dull ache now.
Falling,
Into a black abyss.
I'm struggling,
Gasping for air.
Calling out for help,
But nobody seems to care.
01/26/16
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Behind the Mask
PoésieI have through many tough times through out my life. And i always felt like my voice never mattered. So instead of using my unheard voice for nothing, i put it in to words on a blank peice of paper. This became my escape from the real world and into...
