Help!? I don't know who I am!

August 14, 2015

The true me is someone I don't know

A mask that's wear is starting to show.

One half is like a joker,

Smile stretched thin.

The other half is crying,

For what might have been.

A fleeting smile,

Distorted by my mouth guard.

I don't care though because the true me is someone.

Someone I can't wait to get to know!

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