Why do I hide?
Behind a mask so tight,
It blending in with my skin,
Hiding what's underneath.
How do I decide?
The emotions on my face,
I say things that I know I cannot earse.
I'm so confused,
Why are you still around are?
Do you think I'm somebody?
Somebody you can trust.
Save me,
Or maybe just erase me.
Am I just a pigment of my own imagnation?
Am I just a story that was supposed to be a draft?
Dazed, thinking for days,
Forgetting what they said,
Going at my own pace.
Ways, there's a thousand different ways,
Thousand different names, of people I can't forget.
I'm so confused,
Why are you still around are?
Do you think I'm somebody?
Somebody you can trust.
Save me,
Or maybe just erase me,
Am I just a pigment of my own imagnation,
Am I just a story that was suppsoed to be a draft?
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Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips
