The Mask

December 26, 2012
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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WaffleOcean2934 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.  
freakycatlover 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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