A Poem by Yuuki

A long time ago, I was wounded mentally by those surrounding me. But in order to continue on, I made a mask. To this day I wear it. Yet it never seems to hide the me who wants to be free inside.

I've grown too strong to be weak 
At this moment in time
So I'll put up my walls
To hide from the world
I'll put on my mask
So then my tears won't flow
Fake a smile here and there
Just to make the "good" times last
But I'll never forget
That deep down inside
The real me is waiting
To come out and shine

© 2011 Yuuki

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Added on June 21, 2011
Last Updated on June 21, 2011
Tags: mask, real me, strong



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