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Question: Whowooo a poem that has a need to be seen!? Do you think says too much!?
You can be, I can be,
The door is open to let you see
inside resides a few of me!.
I like the one
with shining eyes,
the smile is large
there's no disquise
The one over there
Standing and joking
She's the one
that's always smoking
She wears a mask
Witty and clever
Others laughing!?
Well,
it makes her feel better!.
She lives to hear the sound
And then,
When no ones else is around
The mask melts down onto her dress
As tears it drips and she must confess
Maybe that mask, was not the best!.
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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
So, how is the whole dissociative disorder working for you!?
Ah self-delusion is such a brittle path to tread!. We want others to see a self that is what we want to be yet the self we hide is the only one that we could give completely!. We defeat ourselves by deceiving others because in the end they love the mask not us!.
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The mask melts down onto her dress
I found a dark and mysterious feel to this I understand it seems to me that you have a different mask for each mood just the sort of feelings we get when we are desperate to hide things that get to us but feel like we should own up or confess like we were made to feel in the wrong!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
I enjoyed reading it!. I would like to think that the people that truly cares for you would still love you without the mask!. After all we are in the same boat, the same masks, only people!. Www@QuestionHome@Com
Excellent, painful poem!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
It is great so true of life its self!. We are all, without exception evey word of that poem!. We all carry that mask!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
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Word to the dawg!.
Heavy is the head that has many!.
Yo dawg!.!.!.My haid hoits!.!.!.!.Spare OC fer' ya' boi!?!?!?Www@QuestionHome@Com
A poet!. Impressive!. I can't see why you are unloved!. Or are you!? Perhaps you are loved!. I hope so!. Why am I talking to you like this!? Blame it on the Oxycontin I took for my headache!. Makes me a bit loopy!. Or more loopy, you might say!. Loopier others might say!. But who cares about them!? Not I!. He said with a wry grin, Scotch in hand, ice tinkling in his glass and catching a darting ray of sunlight from the early morning wash of balcony light!. Good poem!. Swell!. Can I use that word!? It's swell!. I like it!.Www@QuestionHome@Com