Their was different kind of masks
all different colors, and beautifully embroidered
Some were all the same, and some were different
There was a girl who also wore the mask
white, with gold shapes around, triangles, and circles
She went backwards, and then forward
Her sketchbook was filled with wonderful pictures
she was sketching on her own
Inside, was a beautiful soul
How could anyone see it?
Slowly, she took off the mask and realized
To not lose herself from others
But to know what she was inside
YOU ARE READING
ICollection of poems to comfort the soul
PoesíaIf you are reading this, hello there :) This therapy book has changed my life, and has helped me see things in the brightest way as possible. It has grown me and made a much better person than yesterday, so I believe if writing these little quotes o...
