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Why even try? Constantly feeling the need to get their approval and for what? Praise? Recognition? Why is it that you go out of your way for them, after everything? An apology?
Some people out there in this world hide many things.
I am passionate. When I love something, it is more than love; it is a clawing, aching, inescapable need for more of it. I love movies, a lot.
Facebook, Twitter, the 'Gram It's all make believe, like a fairytale People will go to the 'Gram,
I am weak.My skin is crisscrossed with
Walking in the hall of high school, masses of students passing you by. Some recognized you and wanted to compliment your stylish clothing.
I have been writing for almost a decade now and what I’ve learned Is that poetry is damn dangerous, But it is the only safety I’ve ever found in my life.
Mirror, Mirror. you can see me, but can you hear me?   Please tell me you're not like them, you don't just see what's on the outside, you can hear me.   You know me,
I hide behind a mask of hurt, insecurity and rejection. Maybe its because I was never a boy's first selection, not having an hour glass figure really killed  
Who am I?Friend or foe?
It’s too easy to fake a smile, force a laugh, say “I’m doing well”   It’s too easy to go with the flow, to become clichés, to rely on autopilot.   It’s too easy to slather on foundation,
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Beauty comes from the roots
  I am not being Only a swelling soul that lies within
I don't know what you see But is it really me I hide behind so many different things Sweats on the regular Books are more interesting Very few friends Because I am no means to an end
The sun is rising. It’s time for another day I get up Put on my mask Pull the curtains shut Start playing the hologram. There’s a person moving across the stage
Walking thru those double doorsThe real me is at t
It surrounds me. It consumes me. The black fog that fills my mind.   It only comes when I'm at my lowest. It knows when it's welcome. That's the problem, I welcome it. With open, raw arms.
You apologize for everything—even though it’s not your fault.
My life has been full of secrets My thoughts much protected My personality a big puzzle
This is what happens when I speak my mind. "All you do is complain all the time." This is why I can't be me. Because, you see, to me, my life is just not complete.
Curtain? What curtain? My face screams agony wherever I wander Between the lines of a soft smile And the Gap in my two front teeth I laugh, for the pain is too great
Day by day boisterous people walk my way I sit in classrooms with people who speak their minds Their confidence is so high they don't care what they say Oh how I wish I could be the same way
The world only sees What I want them to see The true me is a mystery I crumble behind the scenes   I smiled once today And it was a miracle, see, For the first time in months
 I am among those Who are made of glass Fragile, brittle,ready to Break
I remember how the shackles fit since I was three years old  and noticed that my brother had cars and I had an apron lined with  silver bars, they trapped my dreams they hid my screams under a noxious smell
Hidden Behind The Curtain   It's a masquerade ball monsters are beautified to all
I’m not supposed to call it mine My anxiety and depression isn’t supposed to be mine, I’m supposed to distance myself because somehow that helps.  Somehow saying it isn’t mine makes it okay
I melt in his gaze
I can't always pretend That I've got everything together, Showing no emotion like a man. I can't always wear a brave face When things plummet downhill. I want to disappear without a trace.
~a heart once so pure Heavy with burdens ~Smiles turn to gold Shy to break, soft to hold ~molded in flawless to be just flaws ~A heavy broken smile is all I am
Addicted. Insecure. Lonely. Boring. My curtain hides me keeps me from being hurt again. It hides how lonely I am How much I crave touch But I'm too afraid to reach out for it.
Although it seems as if she screams and shouts
look into my eyes  you will see blue  look into my heart 
This prison wall, this masquerade drains life Every time I fall into it's trap. I all alone build barriers from strife, Though hurt inside I still force out a laugh   I paste a smile no matter what I feel
Underneath the mask I wear, shrouded by the darkness.
A structure alone Of jointed bones With a thin layer Of mortal beauty Fair skin and dark eyes Fair heart and dark mind Oh I pray that this Is all there's to me
Hello, my name is SomeBody And this goes out to society and everybody that refused to let me be me Becaue yall led me to believe that I had to live up to the standards and expectations that yall and society told me had to be
A child hides behind his mother’s strength, It seems his fear has grown to impossible lengths.  Day after day, the strangers keep passing,
The face in the mirror The face in my mind The face they all see and the face that I hide none of them real but none of them fake   Society is the door and I should be the window
FakeA descriptor built from uncertainty and accusations  Tailored to those who do not fit regulations or expectations ­- freaks  Used by those who do not understand anyone and those who wish to understand themselves.    
This curtain is my protection, I need it to hide myself from the world. Paranoia and anxiety is a hard thing to hide, And it seems no one understands it.   To me I am sweet, To me I am kind, 
Who I am to you? A woman. A woman who has fun. Who like to venture out and dance. A woman with motivation and focus. Someone who likes to run and lift. A fashionista.
The hardest thing I've ever done is keep my smile It's hard to keep a smile when  you're eight years old
Chorus:   I'm stressed out A lot of stuff on my mind, I don't know what to do I'm stressed out I just want to be alone, so I'm sitting in my room I'm stressed out
If someone is in need, their guardian I will be. Need a hand? Your wish is my command. Is everything all right? You can tell me, do not be in fright. This smile I wear,
Tori    Content, friendly, and dramatic    Lover of modeling, fine arts, and vacations    Who feels nervous for the future, wholesomeness with life, and comfort from my caring family
From the outside Just another robot Going through the motions Stuck behind this curtain Afraid to pull it back   I take a look around At all the other robots Going through the motions
Child upon the horse Horse runs strong with a spirit He sees through the lies Spirit brings life to the girl
Something won't let me open up. Maybe it's the looks of judgement from others that are really looks of envy.
  My shoes squeak, my hair rustles, and my eyes wander. But I am neither heard, felt, nor seen. Students with satisfied smiles and amused eyes scramble before me, hustling to their next class.
I've been surving for seventeen years
The bags beneath my eyes are swollen now,
The bags beneath my eyes are swollen now,
When you grow up believing that nice is the way to go, you forget that emotions, and thoughts
    You should have known better
I'm letting you in. That is what you wanted right?      To see the real me... to see me when I take society mask off at my door.                and place it next to my keys... because you know I am me when I am alone...
I took the one less traveled by.
Traveling slowly through the thickness of Time As others gallop, trot, amble and stand still with it, Time pulls me back, embracing me in every dull, dank, drastic memory that is withheld,
Once there was a man who left and his little girl was sad she cut her wrists and bleed for him as she wished to call him, dad there was an incident that spurred the path the family was split
Ooh, Ooh, For you I had a change of heart, Don't know where to start, What I'm about to say may surprise you, But now I see it clear Life ain’t always fair, What can you do, When you don't wanna hurt him, Cuz you don't deserve him, And there's no
I can play pretend. I do it every day. I've gotten so good,
She stares at the soft carpet surrounding her.
I've learned to see my vices as my virtues. It prevents me from conforming to living the status quo.  My brutal honesty is not liked by many,
Hello and goodbye the same each day waiting for something new something different a sign that life can get better   I'll smile at you  but inside I'm screaming I'm not fine
Do I fancy myself as more of a Marvell when I watch her delicate hands search for the rubies in her mind’s Ganges?
People think her cold   People think her bitter   People think her strange   People think her just like them   People think her cruel  
No potential. Loser. Ugh, what a drama queen. These words are released, fatal as missiles. They aren’t meant for me, at least none that can be seen. The launchers have previously accepted my denials.  
Once upon a time Innocence existed Love caused clarity Kindness was a personal trait Magic fulflled our everyday desires And knights in shining armor slayed dragons
People often wonder, About the quiet girl sitting in the corner, Who hides her face behind a book, As she laughs something, But little do they know, She’s laughing at them.
Gaze into my stormy, cloudy eyes And you will see that I am crying The tears of loss Sitting behind the curtain of lashes Trapped behind a perfect facade Of happy smiles
That girl people see walking down the hallway in school. Do they know that she is me and I am her? Crazy it might seem to some that she is a part of me. That crazy and loud girl who somehow manages to get staright As in all her classes.
If you knew the person behind the curtain, You would know the real me. If you knew the person behind the curtain, You may not be so wiling to share. The person you see is open-minded.
My life is ridden,with lies hiddenof a dark past belowthe pain I bestowkeeps me below.My identity is lost,I want to find it at any cost,my life is riddenwith lies hidden,
I am an enigma. I am a realist, a perfectionist, a bold social stigma Disapproved for my disapproval of the social norms Often found within the most social forms. People gather to talk about the status quo,
This face is not merely cheek bones, and a pretty smile This face holds a mind whose knowledge runs for miles This face is much more than the impressions of time This face holds the eyes that have witnessed the climb
What do you look like? Where are you? How do I know it's you? Did I do it right? When do I show you off? Who do I show you off to?  
What's the reason for all this madness All these pensive thoughts And there's no reason for this sadness I feel as if the world is turning in my thoughts and my brain is the axis
I’m the type of womanWho wants to be lovedYet, turns away the friendWho would surrender everything.I’m the type of woman 
You move on to greener pastures.
Hiding behind my books, slumped over my desk Head down in defeat, as I stumble over each word
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