I am hidden with masks.
No one knows or even thinks that it could be me who bares such pain that causes riots in my heart. Disastrous friendships sink so far into me they will never be forgotten. Lost loves take pieces from my life leaving me to know they will never be found.
Lies that cover up the real me bring me into a deep depression. No one sees who I am because I am always hidden with masks of pain and sadness. Is there anyone to save me?
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Set me free
PoetryA compilation of journal entries, poetry, and freelance I've written.
