If you don't except me, I'm fine with that.
If you don't like me, I don't really give a damn.
But if you don't think I am a person, or I don't have a meaning in life. That's where we have a problem.....
I want people to like me and except me for who I am, but they will never be able to see the girl behide the curtain....
I build my masks one by one until I block all of my weaknesses for good.
Someday I will block the all...
My masks are what make me the girl you see before you.....
I am what the masks make me, well the masks and my captured soul.....My bound body begs for freedom.....
Most people hate me, and others only want me to "be myself", yet they turn their back on me in the next second......
The masks don't allow hurt or longing to escape, they want the soul to die so they can be free to live....
Why does they soul go on?
Why does it suffer in this terribly captivity? It's as if, it believes it has hope that one day it will be free once more....
This poor unfortunate soul, I hope that it's faith in freedom wont die.
Because if it does......I will too......
I mean, in this world. If you don't have faith in anything. How can you go on?......
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My poems
PoetryMost of these are poems I wrote years ago and I just felt like sharing them, these poems are not pointed at anyone so plz do not think I aim this at you. Plz enjoy, some of them are dark yes but they were written at a rough patch in my life. I hope...
