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Created on: January 17, 2008
People judge and point the finger
Make decisions even if they are wrong,
Truth and honesty fail and falter
Where lies and deceit thrive far too long.
To wear a mask to protect oneself
Is looked upon a clownish way,
Yet in the eyes of Gods protection
He sees and listens to all I say.
Quiet words within my mind
Form questions seated upon my soul,
Although I wait for many answers
He'll never judge me as a fool.
The only fools are those who mock me
Who see no further than my face,
Gazing through eyes of sadness
They would see another place.
Another world of pain and suffering
Although silent in its cries,
Broken dreams and broken promises
Pave the way for many miles.
Here I walk whilst I am sleeping
Distant shadows are all I see,
How I wish these dark formations
Would present themselves to me.
Lost in this and the real world
Feeling Hell pull at my feet,
Insanity maybe my freedom
But surely that is for the weak.
A hand reached out, someone listened
At last I thought a soul who cared,
But they looked no further than my face
Once again left in despair.
Who gives the right to judge my honesty?
To go and tear it into shreds,
I am a person who has a heart
Yet I feel as though It's dead.
Pain and hurt are my lullabies
That try and rock me to my sleep,
Nightmares then will come and wake me
No one sees the tears I weep.
Another day will soon be dawning
If only I could stop, restrain,
In placing this mask upon my face
So I could be free to smile again.
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