Shelby L., 25 april 2012
Theres a mask hanging on my face
It's not there and many people will never know
I can't let people in and I can't trust them that easy either
I've been told I'm strong and can't believe your so brave
If only they knew what happens behind locked doors
The mask peels away and the real me breaks free
Free from the prison I put up 10 years ago
That was the day when the real me died
And now is placed behind these blue eyes
Maybe someday I can peel away this mask for good
But until then I'll do what I have since then
Take my problems and face them alone behind locked doors.
Shelby L., 25 april 2012
Demons dance behind my eyes. There shadows flickering beyond them, Yet know one has ever noticed the anger and pain, That's been built up inside. One look in my eyes and it's like you're memorized. The demons dance can't be broken. There anger and rage just keeps building. A wild fire burning, ready to set things alight. Not one person has ever noticed the demons and there dance. Will there ever be someone that can release them and the rage that they contain.
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