No one knows me
Not the real soul
They see my mask
Deceiving them is my goal
No one will know
No one will find
No one will search
They leave me behind
I try to keep up
To be like them
But I know ill never
Ever be the same as them
I lost my innocence
And that's what they have
My father broke me
Into two halves
One was joyful child
Filled with hopes
But that was a mask
Ill show you the ropes
All you have to do is pretend
Became weightless, airless
But not really
It's a mask.
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
