I am armed with a pen and hidden behind a mask
I wonder how I got this way
I hear a voice tell me I'm not good enough
I see what my characters see
I want to show you how I feel
I am armed with a pen and hidden behind a mask
I pretend to be just fine
I feel an empty hole
I touch those who read my words
I worry I'll let someone down
I cry because I cannot heal
I am armed with a pen and hidden behind a mask
I understand I need to heal
I say I've got a plan to enact alone
I dream that one day, my mask can shed
I try to make this true
I hope my story touches you as it does me
I am armed with a pen and hidden behind a mask
(For context, this poem and Witness were for a homework assignment. Hope you liked both!)
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Poems of the Wolf
PoetryPoems I've thought up and written down in my spare time (warning, some may be a tad depressing, but tis the nature of my mind I suppose.)
