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The Mask

Memories in a bottle, uncapped.
Breaking my walls down; shattered glass.
The truth comes out, I know it is over and done.
My throat doesn't burn; I no longer feel the blast.
Everyone goes ugj, in terror, and I supress a laugh. The silent truth be told, I remove the mask. 'I know who I am; my name is Ash.



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WaffleOcean2934This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 31, 2012 at 3:07 pm
I love the imagery of this poem.  I can definitely relate to it.  
 
freakycatloverThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 1, 2013 at 12:33 pm
Thank you so much, I try to do that with my poetry. I try to make it so people can relate to it. Maybe I'll check out some of your work.
 
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