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Behind the Mask

Behind the Mask

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Poetry
I have through many tough times through out my life. And i always felt like my voice never mattered. So instead of using my unheard voice for nothing, i put it in to words on a blank peice of paper. This became my escape from the real world and into my world. Kids and teachers encouraged me to publish my writings. I declined saying my poems were never good enough for the publics word seeking eyes. I have always felt weak in society, like my voice was never heard. Like no one cared. So i remand silent, letting my voice slowly die. Now i see so many others with no voice, i want them to know that they aren't alone. Because i remember feeling alone with no voice. I dedicate these poems to them. Because i understand, and your not alone. Some of us look for comfort in words and the rest of us look for comfort and the words of others. I found comfort in writing words and letting people discover my voice. And here is to those who think their voice doesn't matter, because it does.
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