Masks I have many, masks to hide behind
Masks to hide the bitter truths, masks that make you blind.
Masks that I am afraid to take off,none of them is "we".
For pretending is an art that is second nature to me.
True, I give an impression that I am all secure,
That everthing is sunny with me, and life is vibgyor.
But please don't believe me, oh help me find.
Find the truth beneath the lies, find the face behind.
I need your hand, even when I say it's the last thing I want.
Need you to say those soothing words when silence is all I flaunt.
So when it's the same old, phony, rubbish song am playing....
Just try to hear those words that I am not saying.
YOU ARE READING
Abuse pomes
PoetryThis story is completed I hope u like it it's over it's sad is all I can say it's pretty much my life
