I'm right in front of them
A glum look on my face
They don't notice at all
I don't even need a mask
I'm called mean names
Never shown who I really am
They're all so blind
It's like I'm wearing a mask
They see how I feel
But assume the opposite
And only put me down
I'm forced to wear a mask
They never see my feelings
They call me mean names
They assume that I'm fine
As if I'm holding up a mask
I don't even need to try
I don't even try to hide
I don't matter at all
I only hide behind a mask
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Poetry Collection
شِعرA collection of poems that I've written. NOTES: Some of my poems can be emotional, as sometimes, they were written to help me vent. Also, these poems can also be found on my DeviantART account.
