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Troubled heart,
broken, battered, torn apart
troubled life,
mother, daughter, friend & wife
troubled day,
lost in life can't find my way
troubled me,
i pray dear god that you can see
my troubled heart needs setting free!
 Aug 2013 Imogen
Hidden face
Broken
 Aug 2013 Imogen
Hidden face
Broken. Time. Her only token. She's fallen from grace. He just wants space. Broken. Disgraced. Yearning. Rocks. A shattered window. A broken heart. She's quite distraught. She trusted him. Jaded. **** him. Broken. So far gone. Withdrawn. A broken glass. She resembles. Crystal clear. Translucent. Underneath. Deceit. Her heart, unsewn. Her mind, so far blown. Broken. She can't see her token. Her life. The value. Broken.
I'm a broken soul,
(You've probably gathered that from my screen name.)
I'm not depressed,
I'm not something to be fixed or changed.
I'm just broken.
And I always will be.
It won't change anything;
I'll always be this way.
Broken.
And that's okay.
I'm confident enough in myself to know
that I will make it through.
But that doesn't change anything either.
There have been and will be moments and people that make me smile and feel like I may be whole again.
But I won't be.
I'll be broken.
I was thinking today about how a person can only take so much before they break. Depression, anger, self harm, betrayal, untrue promises, and loss... I am broken.
 Aug 2013 Imogen
jeffrey robin
Can't say!
WON'T SAY!!
No no!! Can't !
WON'T !!
Can't
.....
.....
.....
We
We who try so hard to be safe
We
................so hidden!
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Seriously,
Can you REALLY "be hurt"
When you just don't know what's going on?
--
How can you be "vulnerable"
When you've no natural emotions at stake ?
-just a thought-
-
So hidden
----
We may love someone
But when we say
"I love you"
We mean something entirely different
I don't know why
--
we stay so ------hidden
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Why?

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Can't say!
WON'T SAY?
Can't
WON'T
can't
WON'T
 Aug 2013 Imogen
Hidden face
Masks
 Aug 2013 Imogen
Hidden face
All colors, shapes and sizes. A cunning disguise. Quite stunning. The right fit. A refusal to go the extra mile. Poor Myles. No more fake smiles. A mask. Can coerce a crowd. It's quite loud when your face shows but no sound. His face. It's quite a disgrace. Tells of his battles and all. How many times he's fallen. He's quite clumsy. 

He makes it his number one task, to buy a new mask. He's new in town, and wonders why everyone looks like a clown. I mean surely they can't all be happy. Masks. A store. "May I try this one on sir?" Perfect. Task complete. He fits in. But underneath, he's not the same. Possibly insane. He hides something deep, so deep it never speaks. It only sleeps. Family. Friends. They can never tell. What he hides. The mask. It tells lies. 

Someone close. Someone you know. Watch closely. Their mask will slowly deteriorate. Dissipate. Time. It may take a while if you try to pry. Their mask. Their completed tasks. Even those close to Myles couldn't tell. Underneath, we're quite different. Don't you see. We all wear our own. How many do you own?
I have a mask
I wear it well
What is underneath
I wish to tell

When I'm alone
I take it off
And contemplate it's fate
Will I wear it once again
And myself berate

We all wear masks
That we reveal
To the different ones, we meet
With some, we lift it up a bit
And with some it stays complete

Could your mask
Perhaps be
The white lie, that you told
Or could it be
Your tolerance
To the things
In which you don't uphold

Yes, we all wear masks
From time to time
And fail to stand up
For our beliefs
The question is, my friend
Does the mask you wear
Practice to deceive?
Copyright *Neva Flores @2009
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
 Aug 2013 Imogen
Cameron Godfrey
Everyone has a mask that they hide underneath
But under every mask is the tears of defeat
Because everyone cries and everyone hides it
But sometimes you know that you just can't deny it
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