The Mask I Wear

Don't We All or No

The Mask I Wear
Mask for Sight

With the mask I wear,

I try to hide my anger.

Anger too harsh to show the world!

The anger at my mother for holding me too close,

anger from the pain in my heart,

towards the people that are not in my life...

My Father!

Anger that flows through my blood stream to my heart,

darkening it to a pile of oil.

The anger at all the ones who never understood me and still do not!

Anger at the bullies,

who tormented me mentally,

but never had the heart to face me head on...

My anger is my weakness,

What is yours?

surreal poetry
Angel Levonn
Angel Levonn
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Angel Levonn

I am a new writer enjoying myself and having fun! I hope to get my start here and get to the next level. While promoting my website: blackgirldoing.com. Newlywed, ex lease operator, and still a student. It is nice to meet you!

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