Everywhere I go,
I've got myself locked up.
I'm hidden behind a mask.
My house is not a home,
not my happy place.
It's taken me years,
to find my happy place,
and it was worth the wait.
You've seen behind my mask,
and you still think I'm okay.
I can be the real me.
No secrets.
No lies.
No hiding.
My happy place,
my home,
is with you.
But now,
you're gone,
and I'm alone again.
One day,
I'll find my true happy place,
one that won't ever leave.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
