Her mask

She hides behind the shadows of laughter.
Fear that they would see the truth.
How deep those eyes go, to the core of her soul.
At a young age she sealed those eyes closed.
Fear of judgment and stories that unfold.
Feeling the corruption of her soul she fears to let go.
Seeking a place to run, seeking a place to hide she dug deep inside.
Freedom to gain, it is now time to end the pain.
Realizing it’s all a part of life’s game having the need to end the pain.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

wrote base on a true story a friend told me.

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running_with_rabbits's picture

I LOVED I mean LOVED these

I LOVED I mean LOVED these lines:

She hides behind the shadows of laughter.
Fear that they would see the truth.
How deep those eyes go, to the core of her soul.

juts loved them, sorry but they kinda overtook the whole poem for me, they just it me like a ton of wow bricks!


Much Love

Ashley

poet610's picture

Glad

Glad you liked it, i wasn't sure on how it flow. and if the end went with rest of the poem.
Thanks for the very nice comment.

Meriem_Rebelle's picture

Amazing !! really !! i can

Amazing !! really !! i can relate to it.


Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.
[Plutarch]

poet610's picture

Thanks

Thanks for taking the time to comment, yea sometimes when I help someone or give advice I can feel there pain, so i wrote this poem for the person and can only hope it was what she was looking for. its a little tricky when someone wants you to write for them.
Thanks again.
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