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Jul 2019
Hiding is what I've learned to do,
I'm smiling covering up,
Everything I'm hiding from you.
I'm wearing a mask to cover my sadness,
Behind my make up, behind my smiles,
Is nothing but pure madness.
People think I'm very smart,
But what they don't is,
Everything I'm hiding in the dark.
With this mask I make them see,
Who I'm not,
But who I want to be.
Silent cry's they will never hear,
Broken sorrow,
Left with fear.
With this mask they will never know,
All my pain,
All my feelings,
I will never show.
I walk around with an empty chest,
Talking to people,
Who think they know best.
With this mask my disappearance will be unknown,
Because of all the feelings,
I've left unshown.
I wrote this some time when I was younger in my teenage years. I was very depressed and writing has always been my outlet.
Haley Buckholt
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Haley Buckholt  29/F/Dallas, TX
(29/F/Dallas, TX)   
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