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Title: My Mask
Author: Celtic
Date Submitted: 9/2/2006
Email: dlpink@iowatelecom.net

 
Poem: The mask I wear the things I see
never knowing what people think of me.
It hides my pain, fears and rage
the mask keeps me safe from the world.

To see the monster in me
you label me insane
when all the time it was in vain.

As my mind races
all I see is your faces
this beast within
it does not sleep
and the pain is too much to keep.

The razor can be my best friend
it'll be with me at the end
so mirror, mirror what do you see?
Nothing but the beast looking back at me....