Pain was still flowing but I was still standing. My face blank but for my eyes. The eyes of a fearful animal reveals itself. I continue as if nothing had happened, closing of to the world. My hands tremble as I can still picture the blows. My friends are laughing and giggling like children, lost in their world. I'm alone, a darkness surrounds me. I hold my hands to my head to protect myself from being shattered like a mosiac. My body moves droning over the work. My mind lost in the future and what it can give to help, what can be done, what could be prevented, but to what can be done to heal. I am a mask with two sides, can you mend what has been broken or will you watch and leave me in the dark?
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The Story of My Life Poetry
AléatoireThis is poems, and rants I go on about my emotions or actions, so stuff going on in real life.
