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Pain...
Everyone feels it. Emotional or physical. It's created, there, and some may never go away.
People make up masks so you don't see the ugly pain. A mask to cover. A mask to push back. And a rare mask to bring out.
Hammer to my mask and now it is breaking. The ability to push back these thoughts and feelings is fadeing. New focused pain. Growing hatred for myself.
One slip could shatter.
Grow stronger or dull over time.
If the pain has grown stronger, you have grown weaker. If the pain is duller, you've become stronger.
I am a person who looks for strength, But I fear I have grown weak. My mask is breaking, the cracks can't be fixed.
True strength hides behind no sheild...and I am not that strong. So I will hide behind my mask with it's cracks. And if it shatters--which it will-- I just hope someone will be there to clean the cuts from my face.
Push the new masks from my hands and remove the ones from my face that I can't myself.
 Izle · Fri Apr 16, 2010 @ 05:29am · 0 Comments |
