My facade is like a strong brick wall
Which no one can break through
I shelter myself behind it
What else is there to do?
My facade is my face
an empty thoughtless stare
if not for my words
who would know i was there?
But if you are strong,
then i am weak
I waited to long,
And now i'm meek
A gust of wind,
will knock me over
the truth will run
free at last
My facade is in shambles
At my feet
I have no choice,
I begin to cry
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WoW!
ur 11? U write very well. I read this one because u wrote it on my b day. And i am impressed. Thematurity level of ur writing exceeds ur profile page. I will love to start reading more. Thanx for you comment on my wall! Happy writings!
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thanks you if you like this look at laughter or my pain
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