I Am... (9/2/10) - Poem by Maureen Baker
I am the empty dusty desolate room, filled by a single shaft of light
I am the half-healed wound that's definitely going to scar.
I am the frozen tears, held back for ages.
I am the mask and the shadows beneath it.
I am the girl you think you know.
I am not the girl you see.
I am a bitter swear word under your breath
I am the scars and the smile that hides them.
I am more than I seem.
I am laughing and dying.
I am bleeding out, but nobody sees.
I am almost gone.
I see that nobody cares.
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