If only they knew how I felt.
If only they could see the real me.
If only they could tell the difference between what's real and what's fantasy.
They can't see the me,
the me deep inside.
They don't know my feelings,
my dreams, my wishes.
All they see,
is what is good,
what is kind
and what is my mask.
To take off the mask
is like showing them my heart
its like speaking to the world, what I have surpressed for so long.
What's kept inside,
not to be let out.
What's been locked up,
with the key thrown away.
What's been tied, and beaten, and restrained.
...my feelings...me...
If only they could bee beyond this mask,
beyond this facade,
they would see something they would never of expected.
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depressing poetry...
pretty much poems thas bout it