Jul 04 2011


Published by at 9:32 pm under emo Poems

I put on a fake smile,
to hide who I really am for a while,
if u saw my true face,
you’d look away in disgrace,
these cuts I am baring,
I don’t feel like sharing,
are keys to my pain,
and my secret shame,

These poems I am writing,
there is no need fighting,
they give me relief,
from this grief,
people say life is what u make it,
then why is it so shit,
Emo’s get it worse,
people look at us as if we belong in a hearse,
they call us a cutter,
but we think nothings the matter,
they say we should stop,
but we wish we could die as if we drop,
from a sky rise,
this is our ultimate prize.

This post was submitted by Jason Kerr.

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3 Responses to “Masks”

  1. pixieon 04 Jul 2011 at 10:56 pm

    I don’t give a shit about your rhymes. This was super intense and it made sense to me. Love the “people say life is what u make it,
    then why is it so shit” line.

    It hit me hard. Bravo.

  2. Jenniferon 05 Jul 2011 at 6:56 am

    Well written poem. Its not dark just god damn deep. -hugs-

  3. Justaboyon 07 Jul 2011 at 1:45 pm

    Wow, this was really good. You’re very eloquent, and very sincerely deep.

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