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dusguise


Author: Archer
ASL Info:    17/female/Oregon
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Words: 240
Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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sorry for the spelling, judge as you will you will know what it is about.


dusguise



They say "be your self",
Be who you were born to be.
I ask "who is that?”
I can not look to see.

This name,
This face,
This body,
My birth place.

Who is that?
Who is it that I see?
I have red hair,
I have violet blue eyes,
Are you trying to tell me?
I'm wearing a disguise?

I am strong
I am with out fear,
How can you tell me
That I am the weakling
I see standing here.

I am a worrier
I am cold hearted
And I am unbreakable
I am unfeeling
And I am beautiful.

How can you tell me-?
NO! It must be a lit
The stupid girl before me
Look! She’s starting to cry.

I don’t cry
I don’t scream
I don’t love
This must be a dream.

I don’t live with the pain,
I kill the cause…
But then I stop
This I pause.

A tear drop falls
From my eye’s
As I full see the truth
My being is made up of lies.

I run to a mirror,
And who do I see
No not the violet eyed red head
But the weak and blubbering me.







Submitted on 2005-01-08 18:28:12     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I know this feeling too cuz im not sure any of us no the real us. I really like this piece of your work as well. It is pretty damn strong. Keep writing and like i said before you have got great potential.

ria
| Posted on 2005-01-20 00:00:00 | by ria_pixie | [ Reply to This ]
  How can you tell me-?
NO! It must be a lit
The stupid girl before me
Look! She’s starting to cry.

I don’t cry
I don’t scream
I don’t love
This must be a dream.

I don’t live with the pain,
I kill the cause…
But then I stop
This I pause.

A tear drop falls
From my eye’s
As I full see the truth
My being is made up of lies.

I run to a mirror,
And who do I see
No not the violet eyed red head
But the weak and blubbering me.

I liked all these lines for one key reason. It appears as if your finding the self you never new existed but in all actuallity you already knew this you...you just didn't want to.

| Posted on 2005-01-08 00:00:00 | by Brwnsknsam05 | [ Reply to This ]


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