Horrid Mask - Poem by Brandy Diaz
What is the point of my life?
My only hope is the end of the knife.
Eveything in my life goes wrong.
I'm fed up, so i just play along.
My only question is, Why me?
Open your eyes and maybe you'll see, my life is pointless and empty.
I'm always hurt, worried, or sad.
But you can't see behind my mask.
Each day is dreadful task.
I plead and plead behind these walls.
And only my heart yearns and calls.
But no one hears and no one cares.
And all i am left with is tears and pleads.
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