Mask
I am the devil's victim
Like everyone I know
If I were to see him,
I'd want everyone to know,
That the devil wears a mask.
This is something only I know.
He wears it in front of people,
So his true feelings never show.
He's afraid of other people,
Afraid of getting hurt,
Because in his past
People made him feel like dirt.
The devil never cries
Even when alone.
His feelings were nulled
A long, long time ago.
The devil wears a mask
One that's never seen
And it hurts when I see
That no one realizes it's me.
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A Little Poetry Can't Hurt
PoetryThis is just some random poems that I have written over the years.
