The mask I'm wearing keeps me alive
It protects me from the harm and the hurtfull lies
It's always so happy with a smile
But inside there's me, the crying child
People think I'm okay
"Fine" is the only thing I can say
I guess I'm happy sometimes
But then again I like the rhymes
The mask I'm wearing isn't really keeping me alive
In fact It's slowly killing me and everything inside.
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"Poems"
PoetryI don't know if it's good, but I just need to get my thoughts out. It's "poems" I made myself