In my darken room
Sitting upon a chair of despair
Waiting for the hero
To save me from myself
The reflection in the mirror
Does it show how I feel or look
Do i look happy?
Does it reveal the true me
I put on my mask when others come
Do they know the real me
Will one see me as I am
Can I be true to myself
Depression is who I am
Will my angel come with light of joy
Till that day come
My masks will have to do
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Author:
Momma4 (
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I see the direction you were going in, but more details were needed in the part about what you saw in the mirror , would've made this pop. But I still love and relate to this !
We all wear masks in different situations, there maybe nobody who sees the real person. Good write.
I can't get over how great this piece is. I feel as though my heart itself could shed tears by how much i am touched by this poem. Its as if you are looking into my very being and putting it to words.
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