I wear a mask
Every day, I put it on
I wear it dutifully
For I do not wish to
Nor would I wish it
On anyone else
No one truly knows me
Not even the people
Who are confident they do
But if you chance to spy on me
In the early hours of the morning
When all are asleep but me
And there is no sound
But the music in my ears
If you notice my scars
Both inside and out
If you glance over to see
Tears trying to break free
Mask hanging by a mere thread
If you look into my eyes
My once sparkling blue-grey eyes
And see the brokenness
All previous glitter dulled by reality
Then perhaps you can say
That you know the real me
As the Japs say
Everyone has three faces
And no one shall ever see my last
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Bits of Poetry
PoetrySo, these are a bunch of poems I've written. I don't know if they're any good, so feedback is always appreciated. Thanks ever so! Updated description: These got really depressing because they're mostly about my inner feelings. I'll probably delete a...
