Some people hide behind a mask,
but not me.
I hide behind a double-brick wall.
The image I project of myself,
is of someone who doesnt exist.
Yep,
thats me,
I'm the girl that doesnt exist.
I'm the girl who comes home,
sits down,
and thinks
"shit, who the hell was that?"
"Who was speaking when I said that?"
I've strayed from the path,
and lost myself.
I've projected this image for so long,
that I dont remember who I really am.
I'm far from the path,
and no ones here to find me this time.
Author notes
honey, when i told u it was a rose, it wasnt, im sorry i lied, it was me.
if you read this note, and dont understand it, dont worry, coz it has nothing to do with the poem.
Please tell me what you think
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As you said to me,
I guessed. I may be stupid, but not that stupid.
Darling, I wish you didn't, but hell, I don't blame you. We can make it through this together. I love you.
Other than that, it's a great poem. You are really talented, know that. The first stanza works really well, th metaphor is really apt.
I love you, my darling sister, stay safe and keep writing. -
i love this poem and at this point in my life this is me, im so lost and i have no idea who i am for i have hidden myself too much. really beautiful yet sad but you do exist. even if not the way you want to you do
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