Made of MasksA Poem by KureraI am chained and controlled, I am a soulless marionette. Life gets more painful fold after fold, I don’t know who I even am yet. I have so many masks, I don’t know which one’s truly mine. Down they fall, flawed and filled with cracks, I say I’m okay, but am I truly fine? The last mask falls, but I see nothing in the mirror, I’ve taken away them all, I am nothing. I have no real face, I scream in terror, Scarred and scared, upon my fear, I’m choking. What am I for real, who is truly me? I don’t know now, but let’s just wait and see. © 2012 Kurera |
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1 Review Added on December 27, 2012 Last Updated on December 27, 2012 AuthorKureraIn the Underworld, fighting demonsAboutWell, what can I say? I'm so weird I don't know what I'm really like, no joke. CX The only obvious thing is that I'm a girl. :P Well, I do admit that I've been sucked down into the darkness of life a.. more..Writing
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