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The Four Masks I Wear
  Enlightenment
  I alone am the very thing scholars are willing to die for
  I need no mouth to speak
  For those who can hear me, cannot hear
  They know I am near when my eyes purify their soul
  Binding my wisdom of the mortals with them.
  Like all power I come with a curse
  Follow the coil shown on my face
  As you see you found the end
  You've accept that curse
  Even as you walk away your fate is bound to me
  Stitched with your existence
  Unto death do us part
  
  Pride
  Even as I look in the mirror
  My reflection is blurred
  When I scream over the mountain tops
  My ears distort the sound
  Let this fake smile not betray me
  And the dark circles under my blind eyes remain hidden
  If this world fears the face that lies beneath this mask
  I must concede
  For I fear what lies beneath as well
  Unless the lines that hold me to fear are cut
  Or the feelings within bleed until visible
  Hidden is how it must be
  Sorrow
  Do you see the dried blood that runs down my face
  And the scars and bruises that grow black with age
  Oh how am I to be beaten to a pulp
  All because what controls my fate decided not to show mercy
  Can you stand without a spine?
  Breath without a heart?
  Know power without having controlled it?
  Don’t cry for the water that falls upon dirt
  Or the stone that under the pressure of the world turns to sand
  Take two steps back and feel your life is worth something
  Hold fast
  know rock bottom is still a world away
  From the fires of hell
  
  Joy
  I am small in comparison to my brothers
  They often stay in the shadows too long and forget that
  With life comes happiness and not simply scorning
  They forget how to smile
  How to feel
  Too often they conform to what life has told them to be
  Even sorrow once knew to smile
  Pride could once see clearly and know his place
  And enlightenment gave to all without his dreadful curse
  I just need to stand as a base so even if they start to tremble
  I can catch them
  and remind them that a little spark within them
  is all it takes to start a fire.
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I've never lived a charmed life. But throught my first year of highschool i've had a lot of people weather it be teachers or fellow comrades, and it's weird up until then i've never had ANYTHING like that. But two creative writing teachers in particular have givin me a really great base for this peice one saying "Even though crap happens in life and it may be rough but your still breating so theres no reason to just throw in the towel" The other quote "Throught our daily life we wear various masks for various situations and people, until it comes in layers like an onion" This allowed me to do some breif soul searching and came out with these four poems