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by Katt Baker Apr 10, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
I ask these questions everynight, asked straight to the one with will and might. Why does my family hurt so much? and why do I miss my mother's touch? No answers come to the questions asked, not until I remove the mask. The mask that sheilds me from this world, a world which won't accept this girl. But perhaps I hold the answers within my soul, perhaps it is my secret never told. -I want to add more, so it may be edited later on. Rate this and my other work if you like.
by Nikki
Again another good poem, you write so well. 5/5