Broken thoughts
You look around but no one hurts
While you sit there sporting cuts
You hate the gazes - feels like burns
And all you can do is just learn
Learn to hide the pain so well
As you walk through living hell
I'm here to free you from your cell-
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Landscape
PoetryYou only hinder yourself by concealing those feelings under a concrete mask. But remember, concrete cracks and I see your unmarred skin that's not tasted the flavour of living. You hide like a guilty thief. You steal away the experience so open y...
