Alexa Stephens Poems

The masks I wear
None of them me
The real me not vague to see
But, it isn't my intention to depress
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Is it bad to feel misunderstood
Or feel that you never could
Be those girls in magazines
Who everyone loves, being seen
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Our foolish love reeling us in
Thinking of nothing, not even the sin
Not even thinking about letting despair win
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Abstract feelings
No helpful healing
All of the feelings I keep on sealing........
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