I just want a real smile
Instead my mask can streach a mile
I want to take this falseness off of my face
But to my head is laced
By none other than my hand
Stitched solid on with dreams from man of sand
I rip it off and hurt myself
Or do I slash it like an elf
Do I crack it with my mind
Or how to rid it of my kind
If I could take it off
All we would see is a broken frown
If this mask I could doff
I see past it in the mirror
I stare at my scarred face in horror
I took it off the day I died
The one in which I softly cried
I no longer have lied
But yet I smile and ask me why
If then my hands are tie'
Then why do I feel like my face has become a mask of shame
And on it I find no trace
Of what makes my feet lame
Why does it feel my grin is fake
I wish to know for the world's sake
I want a real smile is that so bad
I have a mask but I am sad
Innocence lost nere unseen
My life is never again to seem
Like the gold my mask does gleam
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poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
