What I used to be,
Was sweet, kind, and innocent.
I miss the old me,
But I was weak.
I was pushed aside,
Never respected.
Nobody cared,
And I was neglected.
I was becoming invisible,
Even to myself, I was disappearing.
Nobody cared,
My heart was darkening.
No longer soft and caring,
I became a rock.
Dark and daring,
Became my life.
Then I met you,
And I softened.
And you helped me through,
All my dark and light days.
What I used to be,
Was sweet, kind, and innocent.
I miss the old me,
But I was weak.
02/1/16
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Behind the Mask
PoetryI 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...
