I used to wear something
Attached to my face.
A Mask I'd say
It's always in my case.
I never took it out,
For I thought people loved me that way.
Days pass by
Slowly, everything turned grey.
I look in the Mirror
The Mask had a crack.
In a shock I thought
Mask was what I lack.
Now that I don't have one
People start to leave.
I stayed in the corner of darkness
As I grieve.
N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poesia[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
