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i'm sick of writing poems instead of speaking my mind but it's hopeless to dream because i will never find someone to listen to me talk about my favorite shades of green and the reasons behind my obsession with the unseen 
One day the truth will come out One day they'll know who you are One day you won't be able to hide anymore One day the curtains will move and the spotlight will shine directly at your face
oh how you entice me brown hair green eyes  and that perfect smile  it’s like your asking for me to stare   but you don’t come with a warning
Everyday I wake up reluctant to get out of bed Discouraged by the thought that today will hold nothing but more pain and heartache I close my eyes against the familiar pangs of anxiety
We’re just enigmas The stigmas I don’t understand it The world, how will I manage A new generation full of ideas reprimanded Millennial
I’m just not the same Where’s the picture for my frame Where’s the candle for my flame  I just am not right  Where’s the sun to bring me light Where’s the pen so I can write  
All my worries  were covered behind the facade  of laughter and joviality.   Now the walls are  being taken down. There's a hole left inside of me.
His beauty is unspeakable and incomparable; not because his words are able to inflict pain upon me, but because his heart will forever beat in sync with mine.
I've never turned down a dare.  They call me fearless,  I don't tell them I cry most nights because of the unknown. I do what I want when I want.  They call me bold, 
I toss words across an expanse filling it with sound and nonsense To push away silence and pain All the gunshot wounds bloody arms
Blind she stumbles through the façade Everything perfect, now always flawed. With open eyes, the illusion presents, With lies and cheats it only makes sense.  
A facade. Gold plated, short lived.
This is not my face. This is a façade I have worn this mask forever, so long I almost forget it's not really me But I am not alone in this We all hide ourselves at times I chose to hide forever
I guess, no, I don’t guess. I have too many scars to count. When did these start to amount, I don’t know.
Deception is everywhere that we look, In every cranny and in every nook. ….. You got designer shades just to hide your face, And you wear them around like you're cooler than me.  
My voice has been undermined for so long, it's time to remi
We walk around, seeing the faces of people we think we know. When in reality, we don't know them at all.  Although, we claim we know them.
Cookie Cutter! Cookie Cutter! Everywhere I look, it’s Cookie Cutter! This color’s in. Those shoes are out.   I want to break the mold My desire is to be bold I long for individuality
Through the naked eye,
A facade I hide behindBehind a happy personIs a voice wish to speakA way for to let it outIs through a writing verse
Underneath the mask I wear, shrouded by the darkness.
Living under a facade is hard when it's all you've ever known.You trudge past the faces of todaywhile remembering the ones 
Behind the
I'm hating the state of mind I seem to currently reside in I've been left defenseless if feels like the world has got me running and hiding Nothing seems right anymore with how this pressure is making me feel
Every morning I awake With the Overbearing Sense of Dread That everyone Expects Me To carry Silently.  This
She twirls her blonde extensions,
Pay no attention to the woman behind the  mask. She's just an  illusion of smoke and mirrors, of pulsing lights and   then she's gone.   Pay no attention
You will eventually grow Even if it is really slow With this experience you will have learned All the fears will be overturned  
Nothing I do can stop it Nothing I look in the mirror I smile I see what everyone else sees But the mirror lies Beneath it all That's where the demons lurk
When you grow up believing that nice is the way to go, you forget that emotions, and thoughts
What's a little white lie without a little fun Because 'Fun' is what life is about Nothing matters as long as you're having a good time I'll be a 'Her' instead of 'Me'
You were never the one who got tests hung up on the fridge and you never handled a ball well enough  to earn a trophy or attention. You were never your sister, who had
I put up a front,  and i don't mean to be so blunt, but the curtain is for me. I can't look at society. 
Can I join in?Can I be part of your little niche?Can I join in?Can I feel like I'm part of a new subset?I don't want to be just another person.I don't want to be me.I want to be part of the scenery.
Can a broken person truly help broken people or is that merely a fictional facade we blind ourselves with so that we may feel more security within ourselves?
I have never slowed down. Ran afraid from it all. My pain that I harbor from every time I fall.   I have hid in shame and have froze in fear. I've even morned the death
I have never slowed down. Ran afraid from it all. My pain that I harbor from every time I fall.   I have hid in shame and have froze in fear. I've even morned the death
Depression Have you ever heard of such a thing? A dark passenger that takes your soul A marriage without a ring   Anxiety Have you ever felt such an emotion?
I once wanted what anyone wants: compassion. There was something about me that people couldn't stand, Maybe it was my apathy, sarcasm, or something of that fashion.
Rushing, always rushing, Really no time to look back for what you wish was coming. Movement, perpetual movement, Making steps towards the revolution.   "You're so strong," they always said,
The smile on my face masks the expressions I hold deep inside There’s so much wound up in me, but I’ve got too much pride I wear my heart on my sleeve and it’s hard to let go
  Selfishness, pride Her ego, her snide Bright blue eyes, Shiny hair Something more lies under there. Happy and giddy, Her grin wide with glee She’s got the sharpness in tounge
I write in the night, not a soul but my pen and paper witness my craft take flight.   Fear is the reason I hide. Fear of failures cruel laughter. Fear of dissapointments cold embrace.
I fear that as I grow older,I am not so much getting wiser,But rather, imaginativeIn hiding my lack of knowledge.
I hate this feeling that I have right now, but I know it all too well. My legs feel almost numb and my chest feels heavy, but I don’t know which is harder: inhaling or exhaling. My body is reluctant
Stumbling through the darkness, Lying through the false teeth, Laughing and smiling happiness, Feeling desolation beneath,
Thinking the world is conspiring to go against your will Your closest relatives seem to be the ones farthest away The way you view the world has changed
I live in a dream My own reality I live in a meadow Where I find myself I live on a balcony My own aerial view I live in tomorrow My own today
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