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I put on my Mask.

Things are so complicated,
so underestimated.
Can you not open your
eyes and see that
the one who wants you,
the one who needs you,
the one who cries for you, is me?
Yet, you stand there
blinded by beauty and
lust, and I am slowly casted
away upon your
knowledge of unexistance.
No.
I'll never live up to
your standards
of your new friend,
not even if I try.
So this is why,
this is why I cry.
Your the very definiton
of perfect, such a
flawless boy.
So why must it be my
heart in wich you toy?
Just when i thought my black
heart was turning
red
Your voice flooded my ears,
with things that should've
never been said.
So this is my wounds call
for the grave,
and my soul calls for deliverance,
But shall I be denied again?
So when I see you,
this is why I pretend.
To be happy, jubliant, and cheerful.
But really, I'm not in the end.
I put on my mask, and
pretend not to care,
because I'm quite fond of the
relashionship we share.
I put my mask on so the
world doesn't know;
that you stole my heart
from the moment we met.
Your truely amazing.
I love you...don't let me go.


(i worte this the other day (9-11-2008) when i was a little depressed...hope you liked it.)