August 5, 2008
Many have seen,
This special "me",
Perfect and quiet,
The one with no more pains,
Or any tears.
Under it all,
I seem to have,
Practically vanished,
Into thin air.
That is until,
I reach the security,
of my covers,
with the lights turned off.
That then,
Is the time,
Where the mask,
I must have,
Hidden it all to well,
The tears, the pain,
Can you not see,
Through this game,
I play?

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