"My Mask"
It feels like I'm drowning.
Unable to move and stopped breathing.
A burning pain that keeps on repeating,
And the silence that left me tormenting.
It is the perfect price of living,
In this world that is constantly changing.
These things I've always been hiding,
Behind this mask that is always smiling.
July 9, 2019, 9:34 PM
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Amateur Works
PoetryThese works are purely made from an amateur and aspiring poet. These were made straight from ideas and thoughts which are assembled into a fresh poem. I am clearly open to any critiques that can possibly make my works improve.
