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Poem Details
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| Title: | My Mask |
| Author: | Celtic |
| Date Submitted: | 9/2/2006 |
| Email: | dlpink@iowatelecom.net |
| Poem: |
The mask I wear the things I see never knowing what people think of me. It hides my pain, fears and rage the mask keeps me safe from the world. To see the monster in me you label me insane when all the time it was in vain. As my mind races all I see is your faces this beast within it does not sleep and the pain is too much to keep. The razor can be my best friend it'll be with me at the end so mirror, mirror what do you see? Nothing but the beast looking back at me.... |