Product, by beccamarie
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you pick me up
you drive me down
my emotions at your whim.
"i'll never hurt you"
and yet you do.
time after time.
again again again.
so i pick myself up.
i dust myself off.
i put on my mask.
i make things ok.
and the next time it happens.
i break even more.
i cry even harder.
then i pick myself up.
i make things ok.
i put on my mask.
but now there's a chip in it.
and the next time it happens.
i cry even more.
but i still pick myself off.
and i make things ok.
and i put on my mask.
a bit more is revealed.
and time after time.
the pieces of my mask slowly breaking away.
soon i'll be revealed.
and you'll see the product of your ways. |
Posted: 2007-01-02 17:26:16 UTC |
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2006-06-15 16:38:04 | Faith |
We all have masks that we hid behind... great poem! |