May 13, 2012
Dear Diary,
In english latley we've been studying poetry.
I like poetry, unlike some people in my class who find it worthless shit, I find it very relaxing or somehow is related to me occasionaly. There is one poem I feel speaks to me that we are reading about. It's called "We Wear The Mask" and no it isn't about some tribal dances and what not. I guess I can show you the first stanza:
We wear the mask that grins and lies
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Ironic isn't that this somehow strikes a nerve in me, that somewhere this part of the poem, even the whole poem, relates to me somehow.
I do wear a mask, I don't want to reveal my feelings to anyone.
I guess you could say I like to bottle things up until they explode.
Love,
Darla
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