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Decorating her mind with the things she loved.
It was her room, her sanctuary; where she hid her trust
Its corner consistently gathering its dust
I say fuck the people that so called “raised-me”
Really the don’t give a fuck about me lately
Should I talk it out with them? I don’t know, Maybe
But in this stage it seems impossible
The Counselor with a Secret
A Counselor, who specialized in marriage,
With a husband who lacked much knowledge.
She is middle aged and responsible,
“Isn’t it kind of funny,” her friend starts her rant sarcastically,
“funny how the world works…”
“Yeah, kind of funny,” she repeats as she runs the pad of her thumb
Sweet and kind outside
Still sweet inside
Stll lingering is a desire for solitude
Behind My Hidden Mask
Passion as an artist
The thirst of a scholar
The pen of a writer
Behind my Hidden Mask
My feet aren't touching the ground
and I'm afraid of heights
I'm trying to force as much weight as possible
down my scorching throat
Is it possible to breathe with broken glass in your lungs?
Behind this mask,
No one can tell,
How I play this role so well,
Behind this mask,
Things you would never believe,
Stuff your eyes will never conceive,
There is a girl behind the curtain,
A girl behind the mask.
She always is uncertain
of what to say or ask.
She's a wonderful little spirit.
She's always so alight,
but although you cannot hear it,
I imagine Life after death where we all reach enteral bliss
Death is scary but the only reason I accept it is because this can't be why we live
I pray god made his kingdom just for us
Chains constricted a man sporting a mask.The mask concealed his twisted Shadow.The Shadow's misery an agony: the chains.
The memories play back in my head, over and over again
I am constantly reminded of what I once was, but no longer am
The thoughts dim and quite, yet realistic and vivid
Ominous clouds, mysterious and inviting,
I run to them, blind to their impending danger,
I have galaxies growing inside me.
I move on like light speed
You are nothing more than
A fleeting star blinking out.
The pain you think you caused is gone
Down a black hole never to be seen again.
I am me.
Who am I?
I am me.
Unique and full of pride.
Blessed with a good family.
Friends that warm the heart.
Pets that cuddle.
No one can ask for more...
Who am I.
I am Happy.
They shout, we are human
They shout, we are people too
They shout, we love just the same as you
They shout, we aren’t an accident
i am confident
but im not
im happy
but im not
i dont care
but i do
im shallow
but im not
i am one with the ocean because i dont want to be swept under
We see him, no we do not
Yet we know he lies there
His love for power
No, he can not bear.
He tells of good fortune
But never ceases to annonce the bad
He also loves the power
Everyone knows,
When they speak to me...
Everyone knows
My story.
They know,
They know,
Of my travels
Of my sexuality
Of my hopes
Of my abuse
Of my greatest achievements
As I look in the mirror I see someone I don't recognize.
Hiding behind mascara, lipstick and eyeshadow on my eyes.
The person everyone saw was dying to fit in.
Little did they know the real me is hiding behind a curtain.
That girl that sits in the back of the classroom, quiet, almost as though no one knows she is there. She sits there hoping that her peers aren't judging her, anyone who passes cause her to breathe hard.
"You're as happy as a Christian should be."
"Have you ever cursed?"
"You actually know that song!"
Just a few of the daily comments from my peers.
This crystal clear glass is meant to keep the cold from doing me harm,
But it has been surrounded by the army it was supposed to abolish.
Soon I will feel the effects of this storm,
Under this mask is a very smart man,
I want to be whatever I can.
Owning my own business is my goal,
But I need to dig out of this financial hole.
I don't let people know how smart I am,
Across the plains of cracked, dry land,
only a few sources of water
are in sight, yet, this is home,
to strength, power, and grace.
She protects her young
with her life, the way
any mother would.
Is it ok to be gay? Because that's all I've ever known.
I tell myself I can take the jokes.
This smile.
This warm embrace.
This graceful, energetic look.
Is merely just a show for you to see.
As I'm alone in the dark room the entity seems to mock my every move.
Oh, wait that entity is the real me.
I crept through the halls;
head down, bones protruding from my flesh;
admiring those who have not been consumed
by this angst I had burning inside of me.
For years,
I hid behind glasses of water
I like this mask because I can be me without the elements of society's judgemental mentality.
A sad person can make a calla happy person can hide it allI try to look to hope and seeof someone being trustworthyhard to open upbetter off closed
My mask is thinnest because it is not my own.
I have neither created nor condoned it.
It grew like ivy
invasive, clutching at the walls of my lungs,
spreading a sheet over my lips
I can have a week of nothing but utter angst and depression and the whole world should just die in a hole in the remotest corner of the universe
but then those moments, and they're brief, never lasting more than a blissfully high day
Behind the bastion of my smile,
is a boy, scared, neurotic, and trapped
He speaks loud, walks tall, acts proud,
Most of the time my smiles lack real meaning.
They are only there for the time being,
But even that's short living.
I only sit any smile so no one can see the true feeling.
When first seen
I strike fear
They say I'm a trouble maker
A girl with an attitude problem
Hangs with wrong crowd
A member of kings
But they don't know me
They see a quiet girl
Love, such a vague and scary thing
For fear and joy is the emotion it brings
I love my crooked neighbor with all my crooked heart
But with fear of everything that comes together falls apart
If the world is a stage, I guess that thespians rule the world.
Making you obey their every whim through kind words and a twirl.
I'm certainly not shy ,and I'm as charming as can be,
you see the color of my skin and think that i am a threat.
maybe because im taller, darker, and how my people were beat and treated like pets.
i got black hair, brown eyes, and a decent mind set.
Doesn't it feel good to touch?
To roam your fingers over skin now dead from the trampeling of feet.
Color bleached by rooms abandoned by light,
Not really, It is my mask of meaniness
It is always on. (In school mostly)
I have it on for protection
For a reason of deep resentment
If people saw a different mask on
Oh! Here comes the trouble.
Catch me a star and I shall catch you a story
Forever hid within a wall of nothingness
For who I am behind that wall of disguise
Sweeter than kind and a bigger heart than gory
To my audience who never gets to see
To the me who doesn't want to be
Behind the curtains, behind the scenes
To put on a show
I know exactly the right words to say
when to say it
how to say it
The rain tears at the house again
And I still want to let them win
If these walls fall to the floor
I'll run off in the lightning storm
Alone at last, the sorrow ends
But only if the water wins
Smile and wave, laugh at the jokes,
If only they knew it was all a hoax.
Perfect hair, Shiny nails,
I approach the stageThere is whistling from the crowdsMen are screaming the names I've been hearing since i was 14.I smile and do as i am told.
I stand here,
staring at my own god damn reflection.
A twisted distortment that my mind has created.
I can't let people see what's inside.
I can't let people see what's underneath.
Dismal clouds consuming daylight
transforming blackened sky
thundering heartbeats-
have never been alive
The true me is outgoing and hilarious. Some days, I think I should become a comedian, because I love to make a smile spread across someone’s face.
Perfection is a crutch
Fragile to the touch
Beautiful from a distance
But never amounting to much
I remember the crippling fear
“What when I crash and burn?”
You wait your whole life for that moment when people start to listen to your ideas,
They hang on to your every word as if it was their source of oxygen
It is that time now,
Yet no one is doing as you imagined they would
Behind the shadows of my father
I hide
Behind the media's comments
I hide
Behind my mother's thoughts
I hide
Behind societies bashing
I hide
Behind the negativity
I hide
You always say “fake it ‘till you make it”
i wish i didn’t have to fake it
i work every day to please others
I am a shark
Ready to bite when the time is right
Mess with me and you will regret it
I look small and innocent
But looks are deceiving
And I will not be taken for a fool
But behind the curtain
I don’t have a dark past that I’m ashamed of
I don’t have a secret eating me from the inside out
But I wear a mask.
My emotions are a part of me that I can’t control when I’m alone
When you peer through the halls and watch me pass by,
You think you know exactly what goes through my mind.
When you smile at me, I may grin back,
But you don't see what lies behind my mask.
a sweet smile
what most people see
is a fragile girl
someone that can be fooled
and needs to be handled delicately
but that innocent smile
is a curtain that hides the stage behind it
I Am Not Who I Am.
By: Reid Davis
The day is full of masked faces and fake smiles
Being decepted for miles and miles
But when the light dissapears
And we're safe in our beds
During act one, what do you learn?
Is it the setting and maybe the time period?
What about the characters? What do you learn about them?
Names, ages, traits, and characteristics?
I am Ayrianna
I am uniquely unprecedented
I am beautiful and I am proud
I am bold and intelligent
"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain."
Easy said and easy done.
Anxiety hides my personality in the clouds away from the sun.
The mask shields me from danger.
Away from the glaring eyes of strangers
She steps out the door and puts on her mask
looking at the land, open and vast
once she steps into school she tries to be who they want her to be
but will she ever be able to be the real girl she can be
Mask my Emotion, concealed with such devotion
Don’t let them see me sweat, conceal all my commotion.
I don’t want to go back to that dark place –
No, I will not go to that dark place anymore.
I had been tempted -
No, raped –
By the White Devil
And I swore I would never return.