I am made of pain, and it's amazing that few notice,
When it comes to dealing with the Hurt, I am a novice.
So I place on a mask of laughter and smiles:
Only a few go through the many, many miles
To make my facade real, to remove my fake face.
I hope in my life, they will find their rightful place.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
