The world is a play,
And we act accordingly.
Whether it's at work, school, or home,
Our life is comprised of acts and costumes.
Feelings like happiness, sadness, or anger,
Can just be masks.
Trends like glitter or bracelets,
Can just be coverups.
But one day a year, on Halloween,
We can shed our costumes and be ourselves.
We could be vampires, hero's, pirates, anything we want.
That is us without our costumes.
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My Poems
Poesíahey whats up? this is a book of all the crappy poems i write. WARNING!! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DEPRESSED POEMS, DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ THIS! also no mean criticizing. i know my spelling and grammar are terrible. if you want to give constructive...
