We all hide behind a mask
Its either for the sadness
We face
The pain that breaks our hearts
Or the rage we feel
Envy
Sorrow
Madness
It's all a feeling that we don't want to face
But sometimes we have to
Pull down our own mask
And face ourselves
After all we are
Our own deepest fear
Our own nightmare
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Beautiful Disaster
Poetry-A poet -A lover -A troubled soul -A beautiful disaster Volume One has to deal with the wreckage, haunting memories, and heartache that has made me a stronger woman to this day.
