Skin (a anaphoric poem)
2011-10-11
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
It’s funny how something as innocent as a mirror
can be the downfall of so many people.
My anger always turned to crying,
and my desperation turned to asking God one more time…
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