August 18, 2011
By Rachel Wilson BRONZE, Clermont, Florida
Rachel Wilson BRONZE, Clermont, Florida
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Masks crumble,
Facades stumble.
All I do is mumble.
The tears threaten to fall.
I'm just trying to stand tall.
My hands shake.
My smile is so fake.
How could you not tell?
I'm in my perfect little hell.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem when I felt I realized that no one knew who I really was. I hope people get from this poem that the don't have to hide behind a mask and be strong for everyone else. I want people to know that it's okay to express emotion.

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