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Jan 2012
Take off your make-up.
I’ll take off my mask.
I’ll show you the monster,
You don’t have to ask.
I want you to know
Who I really am.
Not so much bad,
As much as a scam.
Hypocritical liar,
False truths nothing real.
I say I’m happy and nice,
But that’s not how I feel.
And I know for a fact
Under all of that stuff,
You’re beautiful girl,
And you’re not all that tough.
You’re gorgeous, know doubt
Much better than I.
Pull back the veil.
Part the clouds in the sky.
Show me the moon.
Give it a stare.
Come here with me and
We’ll begin to compare.
You see we are so similar,
Me and the moon.
We’re peas in a pod.
We sing the same tune.
The moon is amazing,
At least at a distance.
But once you get there
No one there for assistance.
No one for comfort,
No one for love,
No one below,
And no one above.
No compassion or hatred.
It’s something that’s new.
It’s the best of one world,
And it’s the worst of two
You’re alone in this place.
It’s like I’m not even there.
You ask and I answer,
But there’s nothing to spare.
You can check for beats,
But ice has no pulse.
It has no feelings,
And there are no souls.
Just a baron wasteland
Of all your false hope.
See if you can love me.
See if you can cope
With my heart frozen over.
You’ll hate me I swear,
But you promised me, you said
That you wouldn’t care.
So at the same time.
Show me you’re a face.
I know I will love you,
But I’m a disgrace.
The first poem i wrote that i actually liked. Junior year of high school.
Written by
Brandon Campney
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