(Was reading them, and found one by Timberwolf that hit home. Call it corny, it inspired me.)



It happened so easily
I can't believe I've deceived them all by me
Its behind one thing, behind another
I can't believe I've hidden it from my own brother

This is the mask I wear
Behind this facade I cannot share
Its the shame I bear
Hidden from them because I care

They can't see me in this reality
Its beginning to boggle its complexity
This isn't me, the face they see
I don't know, they just wouldn't understand me

I fight and I rage
To become more and more the somber sage
Maybe then I can speak
Just so they won't see me be weak.

In time its my strength, my shield
Because only then can they yield
Before the one they love
And be this pure, this beautiful dove


(And this is what I get for writing poetry at 8 in the morning, having been awake for almost 24 hours.)