Untitled. written Agu/13/2014
Masks
We all have them
So familiar but so foreign
So many.
Soon, though, they cause problems.
Which is a mask?
Which is my face?
Do I have one?
Who am I?
Really?
Who's the human beneath all these doll faces?
Is it her?
Him?
Neither?
Both?
I may never know
I'm too scared to look that deep
Into my dark little soul.
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PoesíaPoems by me. Often sad. That's your warning. Intro: Hi. Wrote some poems. Will continue to do so. That's what this'll be. Thanks. All poems will be dated and titled, like this: "Title Of Poem; written date" So yeah. Keep reading then. Rated PG for n...
