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I'm looking in the mirror
And what do I see?
A boy that looks just like me
But this can't be me
He has a small smile on his lips
My lips forms a frown
His eyes sparkle
Mine are dull
His face is relaxed
Mine is full of anger
His hands are free
mine are tied
This boy in the mirror
Is my small mask
The boy I show
When I'm around
This isn't me
I'm not who you think
This boy in the mirror
He is the unknown
And what do I see?
A boy that looks just like me
But this can't be me
He has a small smile on his lips
My lips forms a frown
His eyes sparkle
Mine are dull
His face is relaxed
Mine is full of anger
His hands are free
mine are tied
This boy in the mirror
Is my small mask
The boy I show
When I'm around
This isn't me
I'm not who you think
This boy in the mirror
He is the unknown
Literature
Wish for Privacy
I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse—
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
Literature
Sudden Cruelty
Sudden Cruelty:
He is a God, or so he believes
He judges others and puts them into stereotypes
Asian? No life! Hispanic? Brainless!
He thinks he has control over his world
A delusion which he has never been able to break
Me? I'm better than them, I'm smarter...
He sits alone in his room, ignoring the emptiness
He sits in front of his computer and passes judgement
Lol, you're wrong. You're stupid. Everything is stupid!
He laughs and smiles at his own cruelty;
He feels powerful and most certainly superior to all
But in the end, it's just a fantasy isn't it?
He curls up in his bed, thinking about tomorrow
Here, he's a king, but out
Literature
History Is Never Made By Those Who Behave
We are taught of former glories
The burden of our history
Weighs heavy on infant shoulders
As it does our enemies
But I feel safe and protected
On this the day of the Moon
Unlike the remaining six days
When impending horror consumes
Wind chill woes on the moors this morn
Freedom spoke in a foreign tongue
I did not understand her chants
Percussion did not help her song
The stench of death, the drums of war
In time with the beat my heart gave
History is never written
By the flocks that choose to behave
So raise hell but come together
Unite as we are all the same
Keep the lion's heart within you
Your fiery temper learn to tame
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Before I couldn't understand that it was me in the mirror, cause the mask as I called it had taken over, so on the inside I felt angry, pissed and hatefull, but on the outside I had a small smile and looked pleased enought. Yeah this is an old one XD
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I hate it, I wear my mask so much that it's become another ME. I become that person without meaning to, and it feels natural, but then when I'm alone, I realize that I've done it again, and I think back and can't stand the person I've become.