i wish
that this hell of mine would end
that I could just run away
anywhere would be fine
as long as I don't have this pain
i wish
that I wasn't delicate
broken
cracked.
and above all hidden behind the mask
why do people hide behind masks
why can't we all just
just
just
be ourselves
'don't let people judge you
by your appearances'
they say
yet
every single person
does just that
hey y'all, first poem!! i wrote this one for school but its based off my personal opinions and experiences. hope you guys enjoy!
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ethereal
Poetryethereal; /ɪˈθɪərɪəl/ adjective extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.
