I feel the need to hide my true self,
I walk to the corner and take a new mask off the shelf.
I open the my wallet, is that a picture of me?
I can no longer notice as these emotions steal my identity.
Mask my aroma in hopes you won't smell,
They locked me up in a hidden cell.
-[keeshpoetry]
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My Poems
PoetryPoems made by me I write poems as a way to escape my problem even though some of these poems aren't about me. I hope you enjoy them. Warning some may be a bit depressing.
