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They say getting out of your shell cheers you up. They say it's good for you. But I don't know. What if I’m not a turtle. I'm a roly poly.
There are some days, That I can hide it better than others. Some days you can’t even tell, That it’s even there. But it is
Theres no sun coming through my blackout curtains they hide all the light created by the sky to soak into my green eyes and brighten my skin a room so dark I cant see the creases of my hands
nature the wind blows smoothly animals move all around a small noise is heard they ask who goes there but nobody really knows shadows hide it all
Reading is a release a fantasy an escape. reading is a drug that numbs the pain, stress, and thoughts. you don't have to see yourself reflected back at you
Confidence doesn’t like to be around me. He disguises himself, as Ego, then bursts out of my head. The minute I catch him, he disappears. Sometimes, I call for him.
Skin of glass, lips of rubies, Porcelain pastes of bitter bruises. A careful beauty Hides the lies That lie within The bones of you.
Free to be? Who? Me? I hide under this umbrella, ignoring the rain. We all have one. We've all done it. Only my pen acknowledges the cold and gusting wind. It does not judge,
You said some things. Don’t hide behind a screen Say what you really mean Face to face To the person you seem Too shy to answer
Her heart was made of music, But she kept it quiet. She muffled away every sound of it Despite how for silence she was unfit. Every day she sat beside him, A quiet soul her own age.
A regular day filled with talking and laughing, joking and gossiping Always done with a fake grin plastered on Teens argue, insult, bully, tease, and intimidate But if anyone asks, life is great
Ode to the Hard Holidays Whether it’s Christmas Family coming together Celebrate the birth of Christ Gratefulness Whether it’s Thanksgiving
dear nicholas and twila, when i was so much younger i was sad and often cried i always felt alone no matter how hard i tried
In my little bottle I gather up my rays of sunshine,my rays of happiness and glee.In my little bottle I gather up my friends and family.In my little bottle I stop negativity from entering,
Mystery is draped around her like a cloak, Or perhaps a burial shroud. It darkens her heart and burdens her soul. The sky has heard her screams. "I AM PROTECTING THEM," She cries. It's lies.
Empty puzzle pieces gaping wide, Showing the world in which I cannot hide, Shallow emotions flutter throughout my being, Showing everything that possesses absolutely no meaning.
“We love you no matter what.”“I’ll never support gay marriage.”“We’re always so proud of you.”“That lifestyle is a crime against God.”“As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters”... Contradiction.
Slipping under the guards of yellow tape, that warns "stay away," burying myself into clouds and space. Locked into this haven, reserved only for my soul,
I'm done hidding in the shadows. Let the poeple come with their words as daggers, and their glares as swords. Let the people come with their arrogance that buries hopes and dreams
you say it's such pretty hair i am concealed from the person i want to be one day i must be myself it's a feeling i have deeply within me hide every aspect of yourself
I toss words across an expanse filling it with sound and nonsense To push away silence and pain All the gunshot wounds bloody arms
Try not to weep, or grim will hear you as he creeps, looking for sad souls to reap. It’s quite cheap, but that’s how he pays his upkeep.
Walls around my heart, Chains around my body Keeping me stiff and without emotion Keeping me from letting anyone in These walls I built a mile high inside me
Does he know he's in my heart Tangled up in the warmth Always sleeping, never knowing Rising high and falling deep on the heavy laboured breaths Nestled lost like a rock at the center of a moutain
What is the true meaning of this SeLfy of SeLfme? All I really know is that it takes care of me. With its filters I change who I am, I am confident and free, but I am not me. So, Please SeLfie help me.
She folds her emotions up Sticks them in the bottom drawer And puts something else on To wear out in public all day But when she gets home She unfolds her emotions
All my life I have hid behind a smile I laugh and smirk and smile when on the inside I am slowly dying I look back on my life and feel nothing, but regret
Every now and again I pretend That I am a princess on the run
As I stare into the depths of your eyes, I see the real you, Not your fake smiles, Or your deceptive laughs; No, I see the person behind the facade I see the desperation to fit in,
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We like to believe we are being upfront But behind a filter, screen, or angle. Never wanting to confront The fake front becomes a tangle. Being able to be yourself,
I’m sorry I cry. Please try to ignore it for now. And just know I’m sorry. You’ve never seen this in me. To you, I am joy. Every day I bring the happiness and laughs people love.
*Read the poem down first, then read it from bottom up. These two readings represent the filtered self -views of people in society vs. the individualistic view I have of myself, completely filter free*
Reaching into myself Trying to find the real me
If it isn’t my skin, then what shall it be? The two arms and legs that extend directly from me? That enable me to run past the wind, and jump the hurdles in front of me.
A smile speaks for itself. It can make people melt. But can you see what’s going on inside? Can you see their true self? A smile holds a thousand words. A smile can hide away what they truly feel.
Without the Filters,
My sound? Is a silent night, I have no music no beats, or rhythem. My sound? Crickets on a summer day. When I was born they sang. My sound? Is a soft noise
Corrosive stares deteriorate the fragile filter my fears create. This pseudo sense of normality, is a dam for my creative profligacy. Beneath this exoskeleton of perfection
Insercurities seem to control us, drive us to do strange things. Plastic surgery, aneorxia,
Hostile Everyone will agree That is what I am.
I walk around, wondering. I wonder, how will the future be. The future seems promising. The promise is withheld by each individual. Each individual seems unknown of the promise to withhold.
You'd never see me The true me, the real one inside Because my heart's been broken and I've learnt how to hide I took my feelings and locked them in a cage And there they've stayed while I have aged
Put on a face Let no one see
I could wipe off 90% of that so called beauty with a kleenex... I see that your outershell is gorgeous Underneath that.. It's pure ugly No. Not your face. Your insides. Your guts. your soul.
I am among those Who are made of glass Fragile, brittle,ready to Break
Hiding there around the corner Is the inner me I'm hard to catch a glimpse of Till you really look and see I can be whatever you want As long as you are pleased
Gay. Respectable. Intelligent. Deviant. I'm all of these things And none of them. My identity is contradictory. Exsistence, a paradox. Wandering and lost
You wonder why I wear a mask,
Redheaded girl, who sits and waits, For the days of cold to be over. Whispers of other student's rates, On the always unnoticeable cover. The pain she feels is always real,
I talk but no one hears me I listen but am not listened to I am hiding in plain sight
As the crowd’s conclusions falls to hush I could make the joker spin and blush At the lies I tell and the mask I wear At the chances I take in double dares My skin changes colors as chameleons
I don’t want to be a robot, someone’s invention
This fear I feel is formed from my imagination. Constantly contemplating where my life will be stationed.
People have asked me Why do I act so? What's with the cat ears? Why always so positive? Maybe I'm just weird Or just that naive I got my ass kicked thrice So many family issues
As I write this poem, I realize just how much of myself I've lost while I wear my favorite accessory,
I'm lost. In a place where I won't be found. In a place where no one cares. I'm lost. No one looks for me. No one wants to find me. I'm lost. In my life. In my dreams.
I don't want to be thrown in a box, Shoved in a closet and kept under lock. I don't want to be labled, and carefully put in a cabinet, only to pop up when needed in action.
I want so I hide I send a pretend self on errands to the outside world she grabs all the acceptance and envy she can get for the day She's stubborn She thinks she's better than me
My mom likes to think I'm just like her That I love crowds of people and constant noise That I love calling all attention to myself And that I like conflict My mom thinks I hide my real self from the world
Why do I hide Afraid of what they will say With their bright false smiles Why do I try To make myself like them Even when I don't want to Why do I laugh When inside I cry
With everywhere she's goes
The pale ghost stares at the filthy mirror. He sees not himself; with that happy scowl and playful temperment. The pale ghost makes the suface clearer. He sees not himself, but his own warm disembodiment.
Stress, sadness, fear,wory. I have a mask to cover that up. Boredom, anger, doubt, loneliness, confusion, regret. I can hide it. There truly is no know emotion
Behind what you see, there is a past. Surprising to believe that this long it would last. I may be smiling and happy if I try,
Why can't anyone see the me that is truly me? All they see is a mask That does the un me task the one that shows no fear the one who is not really here I wish to show you the me that is really me
I am a mask,So many think they know who I am,but they don't care to ask,Yes, they are content with my maskWho am I? One of many made to pleaseWho is me?
They made me wear a mask when I was younger. Days went by and a new stitch was added to the mask. It was starting to fit my face perfectly. "Do this," they said. "Do that," they demanded.
The face, the eyes, all full
What you see,
Emotion, what a rarely shown thing; That keeps some back and pushes some forward. proud some sing, while some voices are blurred. Do you hide like they do? The courage that seems to hold true.
There lay a story of a lonely sailor Taming the tumultuos sea Taming the vivid monstrosity;
We hide behind a mask of lies To keep the truth from waving "hello" and "goodbye" But have you ever cried through blood shot eyes? Hit after hit, on that emotional high Have your lungs ever hurt so bad,
Do you know what it’s like to fight to keep your tears from falling?
I stand here petrified, awaiting for the storm of judgment I want my voice to be heard, I want my voice to reach the far seas
Close my eyes Runaway and hide Don’t let them inside They’ll just hurt you, not really there for you All they do is lie All that have tried That had sat with me while I cried
You hear my laugh, But there is a hollow ring. You see me smile, But there it's missing something. You feel my embrace, But there is hesitation. You never see me cry, This mask is my creation.
Is it bad for a girl like me to cry ?
No one sees the real me, under the smile and all the laughter, and the friendly conversation, there's a cloak of sadness covering me, depression stalking my every move, never letting me go,
masquerade. a masquerade of sorts, and i shall hide behind the velvet curtain. streaming down to cover my light, blushed face. vexation of no sorts, i too begin to believe
To be frank, this isn't much of a poem. More like a life story. No, more than a life story; try a salvation.
Pay no attention to the woman behind the mask. She's just an illusion of smoke and mirrors, of pulsing lights and then she's gone. Pay no attention
'Come out and play' that chiding voice inside my head calls out to me as I hide in the corner reclusive The scars inside are too deep for even me to see And they never break the surface
Hide hide hide I would say Hide what you love about yourself and put it away They try and hurt you everyday so hide hide put your true self away And that way They'll never
I made you believe me… You didn’t have a reason to doubt… Why would the first words I ever spoke to you Be a lie? It was psychotic.
I look at the guy in the mirror. His ecstasy can't be any clearer! See him in the hall, he'll give you a high-five! See his walk hear his talk, this guy is alive! He's the popuar kid in school!
we all put on a tough exterior to hide the real person on the inside sometimes we use a persona or even base ourselves off someone else let the beast out and show the real us
Do You really want to know who I am? You want to read my poems so that you Don't
They cannot see what they do;The seperation, the argument and closed-minded confrontation, damaged by selfishness of view and heart.I break chisel against the walls in their minds.
All you see is the exterior form Instantly you judge me by my face, clothes and background Yeah I'm different, isn't everyone? Flawed human beings we are Hiding behind, creating an illusion
I'm standing here, lost among a masquerade Hiding behind my mask of secrets that I've made
Everyday, every minute I hide behind the curtain. I mask my eyes with glasses to hide the emotions. I paint the mask on my face to cover the spots. I put on clothes to hide my body
Behind these blue eyes are much more than you know Smiling, twinkling, and glowing is not always what they show
Hiding yourself away from others is often easiest to do. We don't know if society will accept us for who we are.We don't know if we will be understood.We hide behind a disguise, a façade.
This cloak that drapes off my shoulders, It hides the truth that lies beneath. A power and strength that could move boulders, Is the same that tied an anchor around my feet. I have a mask that hides the true me,
A face, they see, a smile so wide A heart, they hear, beats strong inside. But they do not know, they cannot see, The troubles and darkness inside of me. A girl, my age, lives so far away,
How Can I write about Who is hiding behind the curtain?
Standing behind the curtains Hiding from the crowd He really wants to see her openly But his presence is too loud She’s been waiting for her moment It seems it’s finally here
I live in a shell like an armadillo Skinny legs, armored exterior People think I’m scared of the world Slow-witted Quiet Too weak to live without the armor
I dream of a beautiful woman I gave birth to years ago.
The door is closing The door gets slammed behind me Always lost inside
I write with a pen name. Like a child at play, I hide. No one can say my words are lame, If they don’t know I’m Jekyll, and they’re reading Hyde. Never knowing that we are one.
I hide my true self To protect myself from society. My outgoing personality hides behind the curtain by itself And I act lie a shy girl in entirety.
Best I remember, it was Fourth of July She was laughing as she slid down the waterslide Jumping in, doing flips, making friends on the fly I never would’ve guessed she held a secret inside
My very favorite comfort in life is closing my door, Not dealing with the judgment that opinions deliver, Living safe in a hollow home of maybes and seems.
Everyone's got a canvas
The smile she wears maybe a mask
Thrown out, Cast aside, I knew there was no place that I could hide. Theres nothing I can do I want to relive the things you put me through. Holding back, Looking back,
I wear the mask that everyone wants to see, It changes constantly with every glance, Each one displaying different facets of who everyone sees me to be. Everyone has these masks we wear so willingly, some unknowingly.
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
How can yo
the thoughts of a girl who tries to make herself look happy but puts up walls so that no one can get close enough to see her true colors
look at me my outfit is trendy and preppy my smile always reaches one ear to anther LOOK AT ME look at my shoes my hair,tied back high as the sky in a ponay tail
I stand here before you with a smile on my face trying to determine my place in this race for success.
And here I thought that we would write books Magazines of controversy to be shouted at and intellectualized
If you're physically sick, do you have to participate in class?
Day by day We wake up What do we say? Day by day We get out of bed All the words we say Are just made up in our head Day by day We paint a picture of ourselves
Any Miny Mo Another guy picked hoe. Leaving her standing alone, Giving up. He sits in a corner. Because his feelings, He is a hoarder. Left to give up.
What do you see when you look at me? Do you see someone who is happy as can be? Did you ever think that that's what I want you to see? In truth my feelings don't comply. I had learned the skill by being a spy.
Here- Hiding in trees Listening for any change Paralyzed in fear
Small dark places are where I escapeSome may think it’s rather strangeThat I seek solace in this place So small and crampOne can barely breath But here there is silence No yelling mothers
When someone asks "Are you gay?" When someone says "You look lik a guy." When someone knows the truth they know me by no lies they just dont know it all the real alswers to their questions
When will the darkness end? Will morning ever come? Will I always have to pretend? Or will the mask be broken by some? The smile on my face, Is almost never real, I put it there to hide,
All that glitters isn't gold And all that shimmers isn't diamond Just because you think you know me, Doesn't mean you really do. I can guarantee you that I'm not The person who you think I am,
My mask is on Almost all the time, To hide the face That is truly mine. There are few I trust To see the real me, For if you knew You wouldn’t want to see.
Hiding, Hiding from the walk of shame Trying to avoid the path of fate when it’s already molded perfectly for your shape Filled with sorrow and despair
Once again she stood, her mirror before, Scanning the work that need be done. 'Twas time again to rise and face yet Another day under the sun.
Loveless light of the moon Rises only at night Hiding Partially or Fully Stays up for only the nocturnal Full moon Completely exposed Not doing so often Goes back to a comfortable shield
A faint yellow light shimmers Within four walls The yelling and screaming stay Within four walls As day become night I wonder if I am alive Within these four walls
Your warmth is like the sun: it radiates, everyone around feels you beaming You suspend yourself in the sky, far away from me, and everyone else I’m out there, too, like the moon I’m hidden by your light
Living two life's, I flicker between the two, Pretending the corrupt is nonexistent. I put on my mask, Hiding my imperfections, And shunting the cruel reality into a dream.
Coping mechanisms have increased Until loads of weight are placed onto my shoulder Relapses from what I once was From what I once did
I hide from you all. My true self, I cannot recall. You see what you want to see. I display a fake identity.
Truthfully I care Truthfully I will never share True feelings Truthfully I lie Silently I sigh Wishing for something more Anxiously wanting to explore
Each tear- Another brick. Each scar- Another brick. Each day- Another brick. I opened my heart to you- Another wall entirely. Will you help me build it?