You’re so pure.
You’re so sure.
You’re so bad.
You’re so glad.
You’re so down.
You’re a clown.
You’re my friend.
You’re my end.
You are death.
You’re my breath.
All these things race in my mind,
and I know these are the masks they see.
Yet they don’t take time to find,
if any of those is really me.
You’re so steady.
You’re so ready.
You are placid.
You’re like acid.
You’re so thoughtful.
You’re so awful.
You’re such a witch.
You have a glitch.
You’ve got some nerve.
You always swerve.
Many masks hide who I am,
as I sit confused about me here.
Because through out all this spam.
the masks hide me from myself. Unclear.
A contest entry
- Behind The/My Mask by willowprincess.
525 points, ended March 2, 2007, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You've been hood-winked!
I nominated you a while back, but I'm glad they finally got around to doing it.
I definenetly know the feeling.
Have fun reading all the comments!
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Just me
some times i don't understand who i am ethier! -
this is great. i particularly like the lines:
All these things race in my mind,
and I know these are the masks they see.
Yet they don’t take time to find,
if any of those is really me.
good job and good luck in the contest. -
thanks for entering my contest, but unfortunately it doesn't follow the rules. it needs to have the title 'Behind the/my mask'. you can either change the title, or enter a new poem. thanks
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