November 4, 2009
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Right when it gets dark,
They come in a good and steady stream,
Little goblins, enthusiastic ghosts,
Proud superheroes and smiling witches.
They call.
And you know everything's right in the world,
For them, at least.

But then there are those,
Who wear the masks because they need to.
To hide, to disappear.
Or to become another,
Someone else.
They call the same words.
And yet, you'll know the difference.
The enthusiasm,
The pride,
The smiles.
All of it is absent,
When who you really are,
Is hidden under a mask.

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Paig3Cagl3 said...
Nov. 18, 2009 at 2:49 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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Delila L. said...
Nov. 15, 2009 at 6:10 pm
What a powerful metaphor. Keep writing, izz :)
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