She smiles, I cry.
She is outgoing, I am shy.
She loves, I am alone.
She is amazing, I am unknown.
She is beautiful, I am a mess.
She is happy, I am depressed.
My mask is perfect:
She hides me.
Poem About How We Hide Ourselves
This poem is absolutely beautiful. As I was reading it, I began to think it was about a girl comparing herself to another girl, but the last 2 lines make it really touch your heart. Reading...
The Mask
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2015 with permission of the Author.
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