All she knew was hurt.
Hurt and betrayal
That was what she was on the inside
She let those emotions control her and define her
She woke up and put her mask on so no one would see the hurt inside
She covered up who she was, Because that hurt was ugly
She covered up all her battle scars
The battle between herself and the world
And every night she cried herself to sleep.
She didn't know what to do with all her pain, so she just kept it inside No one knew who she really was anymore
She was the girl who hid everything
She was the girl who was in pain
She was the girl who put on the mask
She was broken
-Jozanna lynn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem