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i could get losT in those eyes. beHind them there are other worlds, lights, and sensations thAt take you like a tidal wave. the world fades away around us for a Time, and it’S an epic euphoria, all the little while.
The smile I wear Is nothing but a disguise To hide my sorrow
You see, the hood was red for a reason. The wolves had every reason to fear her. She was merciless, no charm and no amount of begging would suffice. She carried other things in that basket of hers.
They say, "keep your friends close But your enemies closer." I ask, then, how do you know? Who is your friend And who is your foe? One moment it's sunshine And happiness and laughter.
I saw the opportunity
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
No rhythm No rhyme Just me And myself Dark hands Bright face WIth a dim glow in the eyes Worn out By the challenge Of living each day with a smile Inside
People can be nervous about anything everyday. Some may be hesitant to try a foreign dish,
“Conceal Don’t feel Don’t let it show Don’t let them know” Quoted from the movie “Frozen” And none sadder but truer words have never been spoken See we all hide behinds our curtains and masks of sorts
Behind the hazel, she's just a lonely little one. Behind the hazel, she wants to the world to be gone. Behind the hazel, she's fighting everyday. Behind the hazel, she's scared in every way. Behind the hazel, she's slightly shattered.
I screamed but only piercing silence was heard thus I took my seemingly rightful place as the invisible nerd.
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
I hate these ballet shoes Everyday marks another bruise And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
Pay no attention to that girl behind the curtain. She only comes out when she's all alone. The mask is only taken off when she is by herself.
You are imperfect.
Behind the curtain What I keep hidden From your eyes and mind Is strictly forbidden Under the mask What a clever disguise
Every morning she stood in front of the mirror and was ashamed of what she saw She hated the kinks in her hair the sea faring bridges of her nose the fullness of her crimson lips So she sought refuge in makeup
i hide behind a mask So I could hide my tear Soo that peole can't see my emotions I make sure that no one can jude me My sexuality is what hide the most from everyone
This is my facade My mask, my security My assuracnce of no judgement I walk around, unhappy Not okay with who I really am I pretend to like guys, and only guys
I am a stranger in my own life I don't understand my friends nor do they understand me they may think they do they may think that my laugh is genuine they may think that
You may think I'm perfect without a scar imperfection or fear.
I stroll down the streets of my town, through the hallways of my school, through the rooms of my house, And what do people see?
Everyone wears a mask. It's as if we're all at a ball. Who are you really? I may never know.
Please. Please. Listen to me. I'm sorry, for lying--
My closet is full of curtains
As sidelines of red roses and green grass narrows, and the sky ahead fades blue, Confusion rises amongst the humid rain, and pain, sharp pains are felt deep,
You added the last bone to complete your skeleton of me
As I lie here on my bed, I can't help but think of all the lies I've been fed.
The smile on my face masks the expressions I hold deep inside There’s so much wound up in me, but I’ve got too much pride I wear my heart on my sleeve and it’s hard to let go
Feels like I'm grown Treading tremendous waters I'm all alone In my mind Seems like I can't find time Feeling lost Like love won't stay around It's hard to stay on that path
The Masks We Wear “Masks for sale! Masks for sale!” The man of many masks did hail. “Masks for parties, masks for tricks, Masks of boars and masks of chicks. And if too old for masks you feel,
Hey teacher, teacher I bet you never saw this coming I bet if I told you you'd think I was lying Cleverly disguised Behind beauty and brains But see with more than your eyes Angel by day
Hope, Being portrayed as a bird or a silver lining, Always positive. Never has it been seen for what it truly is, A double edged sword. One edge being the outcome we desire and the other being... Painful.
I thought you were the victim Crying behind the hands that shielded your eyes Wondering exactly why I gave into your lies Trust Something we were supposed to have
We fear transparency.