Who areYou?
Who are you?
me? I am you without the mask.
Why are you running away so soon?
I know what you are going to ask.
Will you ever tell me who you really are?
I guess I can.
Take a seat, if you please.
This is me without my mask;
I'm a girl trapped in this world,
everything seems like a whirl.
I tried to escape in the dead of the night,
in fright
goodness, I put up a fight.
I lost
But I never forgot
who I am;
I am someone with a plan,
A plan to some day end it all.
I may need to take the fall.
Is that why you wear a mask?
Do you even have to ask?
Something wrong with this poem?
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