To Be SheA Poem by demuremindsSo innocuous she was, walking on stilts she wilts so harmless. Her lies they slither her face she paints her skin she lathers on each day. Her palms stitched from others, piece by piece together. She’s a hider she was and she cried, she cried each night because no one saw her. Her lies became so truthful And her mask became she Her skin was now smooth And her puzzled palms complete. © 2012 demuremindsReviews
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StatsAuthordemuremindsSan Diego, CAAbout20. California, US. Student: Bio Major. Coffee Enthusiast. Occasional writer. Read if you please. more..Writing
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