The Mask Over The Face
A mask.
The mask with a smile.
The mask that goes on this disgrace, The disgrace of a face, the disgrace of a face with an eyes, nose, and a mouth.
The disgrace with a birthmark on her arm not so much bigger than a quarter that stands out more than anything.
They called her Ebola.
The disgrace of a girl with a sickness.
They called her bald spot.
The disgrace of a girl that was described as skinny freak.
The disgrace that no one ever called her beautiful just the way she is.
Why? Why me? Why is it me every time?
The disgrace of a girl who was told to kill herself and did the opposite and stood strong. The disgrace of a girl who had wished that she just hadn't talked to anyone on the first day of the 6th grade.
The disgrace who forgot how it feels to be happy.
The disgrace who was hurt and stepped on too many times she almost forgot how it feels like to be loved by those around her.
The disgrace of a girl that carries a low self esteem, sadness, and a little hate for the world to the 7th grade and on and hopes it won't affect her in anyway.
The disgrace that smiles and laughs everyday because it's a lot easier than explain why she is upset.
The disgrace that wears a mask over her face.
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AJ's Poetry Book
PoetryIve been writing this since middle school so my poetry skill has grown some bit. I hopw you enjoy seeing my growth.This poetry book was inspired by someone that I used to know. I write all my poetry in here, that is untill I reach the limit in chapt...
