Each day I weep but no tears flow
My eyes dried a long time ago
Each day I put upon my face
A mask to hide my pain and hate
Alone, that's all I'll ever be
Until someone sees the true me
But that I am afraid to show
And so my mask I wont let go
Amaya: A poem I thought up while walking my dog, where
Melanie (Cutting off): For some strange reason
Amaya: …I usually get my ideas.
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