Hidden Identity Poem by Death Walking
Hidden Identity
This mind I have
Is falling apart
And those around me
Don't even know.
They try and try
To figure out
Why my mind
Is falling apart.
Though they try
They never see
The reason's so plain
There for them to see.
What worries me
Is what they see
And what they see
Is not really me.
The one they see
Is the one that I want
To be shown
To them upfront.
And now they know
I'll take a bow
And throw my mask
Into the crowd.
Awsome poem :) I understand it completely
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4/18/2024 1:29:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
hey that be the same way i feel sometimes wen i show them the person i want them to see i choose to let and they see the real me then they have a hard time accepting me but dont feel bad ppl do things.. in the end your stil you and your know who you are no matter what they see...