Erm... just a little poem I wrote.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything.
A mask
A shell of what once was.
A mask that hides what's inside,
To keep them all from seeing,
All the pain I hide
A mask, that's all it is.
All its ever been.
A lie. An act.
But no one notices, they say they care,
But I know their just using me.
And so, I hide.
If eyes are the windows to ones soul,
My eyes tell of nothing behind.
Cause the real me has gone and hid,
In the darkest depth of my mind.
They think I'm just a weak little kid,
A kid that's seen nothing of the real world.
That they have to let me keep my innocence.
They're wrong.
They're all wrong.
My innocence died the moment they set me at my relative's doorstep.
And my knowledge of the harsh world far exceeds theirs.
I do not live, I simply exists,
Cause to live you must have a goal.
A goal that gives you a reason,
To live your life with a soul.
They see me as their hero.
They think I will be their beacon in a fight that I never chose.
Well I won't.
If I cant live my life, then why bother living?
As this was said he took a blade and pierced his empty heart.
Cause why keep on living,
When his life was torn apart?
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