This fake I wear
Not the makeup or the hair
But the act that I care
My life is bare
If I reflected what my life came to be
There would be nothing there
I would cease to exist
And those who'd notice
Would be rare
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My Poetry And Songs
PoetryEver since I was in elementary school, I would write poems or songs about how I was feeling at a specific time and moment. Some are depressing, some are enlightening, all are very deep. Most of them have a very hidden meaning that only I would under...
