murdershewrote2005

Immature is just a mask I hide behind
to retreat into myself, against the pain,
a place where tears turn into crystal
and freeze against my plaster cheeks
This mask beholds my sanity
Hiding all that I lack and all that I am.

leaves fall, a colorful rainstorm
which rids the trees
of that which they are finished
so they may begin again
like I wish to do,
to shed my mask
like leaves
and start again
naked,
and without illusion

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ms. vodka

nice beginning, but i think you should work on the linebreaks just a touch.

jen

Thandar

I like this poem and what it stands for. Im glad i took the time to read it, i think i can relate to it alot. Thank you.

Callum. <(^.^)>

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eleda

I like your prose -- I felt the contradiction of how one remains in denial by hiding behind images, but in reality we all want to break free from those false images. I especially liked the last 3 lines. Good job!

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murdershewrote2005

Thank you all for stopping by to read....and btw Jen...I edited it...haha....thanks for the help chica



Jess

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