Jul 04 2011
Masks
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.
(3 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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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.
Well written poem. Its not dark just god damn deep. -hugs-
Wow, this was really good. You’re very eloquent, and very sincerely deep.