The masks I wear
None of them me
The real me not vague to see
But, it isn't my intention to depress
...
Is it bad to feel misunderstood
Or feel that you never could
Be those girls in magazines
Who everyone loves, being seen
...
Our foolish love reeling us in
Thinking of nothing, not even the sin
Not even thinking about letting despair win
...
I'm actually only 11 years old. But, I have an unmistakable passion for poetry. Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite poet. My poems are self-reflecting. They're mostly about whatever I'm feeling.)
The Mask
The masks I wear
None of them me
The real me not vague to see
But, it isn't my intention to depress
But, interest, dear reader
Masks, opaque
Not, exactly fake
Just waiting, for a quake
To break apart these unfading masks