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The MasksWe wear the mask that grins and lies to everyone we love about everything we care about. The mask comes off only to be replaced by another, one for every single aspect of our lives. The masks are how we want people to see us, what we want people to think of us; like a subtle hypnosis. Tricked and deceived, the world shuns us, and so shuns itself, for the world is a mask. We never see underneath the mask to look at the real situation, their real feelings until it is too late, until they are absolutely powerless to stop us. That’s when we start to care and reflect, but it doesn’t matter anymore because you did not make the best of the time you had with the ones wearing the masks. The masks that come off by choice are statistics; they are leaders of nations until it is time for them to lie once more and don their old masks, or to make a new one, the effect is very much the same. The masks hide our feelings, the masks are our thoughts. The masks are our lives; to take off the mask is to die.

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For Every LightBecause of you / I got a glance of my darkside, / But it got a better look at me.

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InvisibleIt's always hard / to get the girl / when she thinks

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Never EnoughNever seems to be enough / For what I have to say / For what I think, for what I feel.

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Her (First poem written by me)A drink, a dance / by skill, by chance / no matter how hard you try

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More Than You KnowInto the ocean, into the deep / Into the darkness, down I sweep / Into my mind these dark thioughts seep,

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ColdUnconcious hopes change into filtered dreams / barely remembered as centuries turn bones to dust- / we despair as crippled loves just fade to ash.

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QuestionsAn unasked question hangs on the tip of my tongue / While I hang on your every word. / Does it need to be heard, or named

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From Heartbreak to HeartlessWe were always somewhere in between / hello and goodbye. the extremes of our emotions- / our joy and our lust, our anger and our despair.

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Reassurance (It's Only)The sound of your voice / is just a noise in the background / as I turn my back

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