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by xBrOkEnX   Mar 8, 2005


Woken up by that alarm
and off to another day of skool
hidden by her mask
she acts a fool

only she knows her true self
she goes through the day with lies
and hidden secrets kept inside
in the end, she goes home and cries

no one knows her true self
too scared to reveal
the feelings and ideas
for maybe them to just steal

sitting in her room
she thinks up ways
to let out the pain
and to maybe get through this phase

stairing off to space
at 2:00 in the morning
thinking of new words
to add to her carving

to wake up for the next day
to put on her long sleeved shirt
and make up to cover cuts and scars
to cover up her inside hurt

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  • 17 years ago

    by Naerwen

    To be an introvert is not a bad thing. To keep silent in fear of your identity being taken is a reality that rings true. Harvesting this repression into self loathing will only take this well guarded entity and corrupt it. So perhaps, to save ourselves from our destructive forces we must first find beauty in our thoughts, and cherish the thought they are not tainted by the world.

    A poem i empathise with, a sad account of a life, but one that has only begun.

    Great Write

    Naerwen

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