The Mask Speaks

Speaking helps...

I am a tear: falling down a cheek.
I am a hand: holding anothers.
My eyes are green to blend in with the camoflogue.
My nose is sharp to recognize
the pain inside one's eyes.
My smile is fierce
and belongs in front of other's faces.
My life is lived to believe in the impossible.

© 2011 nevershoutnever.

Author's Note

Believe.

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Added on July 19, 2011
Last Updated on July 22, 2011
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nevershoutnever.

Royal Oak, MI

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I started to write a big paragraph about my life, but who would read it? Emma: thirteen; unable to make decisions; curious; fidgety; OCD - maybe; loving; too caring; kind-heart; humorous; bubbly; t.. more..