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Beneath my Masks

Posted on May 8, 2018

I hide beneath all my masks

That’s where I’m safe and sound

Where the truth what I show and hide

Darkness rise

I’m not a child or an angel of others dreams

My glass shatters and disappears

Innocence left me when life stained who I am in real

Memories reappear

Only

To kill the shades of my sphere

There in the corner

I collapse like a little child breaking out of fear

Ghosts and monsters creeps

Tears fall to wash her cheeks

Hurts, like a knife cutting through the bones I lean

Then I fall

And there is my mask

My serenity

My escape

I hold it with both hands

Wear it again, regain my theme

Then

Once more

I hide beneath all my masks

Cause that’s where I’m safe and sound

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