Behind the Mask
A mirror stands before me
Whispers of hate and laughter surround me
They point out the outside flaws
So I put on a mask to hide the hurt and the pain
People say the words of the tongue is just the breeze
Just a mocking bird
But it's like they never lived
Those words are sharp edges to a knife
Cutting me up inside until there is nothing left
But I am a survivor
I am strong
So now when I stand before that mirror, i can now take off the mask
Bam boonya poem
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