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Those who wear the masks
She hides in the back trying to change
Praying for a chance for someone to care
A stranger to say she holds beauty other than the friends all day
But she is not one of them
Those who go around with no hips, no thighs, and no idea how hard life can be
A chance to prove her loyalty
He hides with his friends knowing there trust
He loves himself the way he is
Waiting some boy to love him for who he is and what he holds
Knowing the way he presents himself should make him no different
But still they mock and poke fun driving him insane
Hoping for a chance to love someone, and someone to love him
She swears and she sings, to music with loud intensity
With her friends she feels safe knowing they wouldn’t let her fall off the edge
The edge of no return, they put their trust in her but she doesn’t trust many
The woman she calls ‘mom’ is not the ideal, the monster she married is no better
They call her names and compare her to younger, thinking the younger is better
She wants a way out and away from them, a chance is all
These are those who wear masks
They hide to themselves, and hope
They want the world to respect them
For the world to change
Stop the hurt and stop the pain
Can it happen?
Can those who think lowly of themselves stop hurting those who think themselves higher?
And if it can and will stop. When?
How much more must it take?
For the pain to sees
For those we love to stop the masks
The masks are everywhere
They hide the prom queen’s pain
They hide the jocks hurt
They’re made to hide what shouldn’t be seen
But when will they be removed?
Second stanza, fourth and sixth sentences stops the flow, might think a rewrite.
Third stanza, third sentence, very powerful!
The ending leaves more to come. Powerful piece with a lot of emotion.
Just a thought; forth stanza down:
Masked are those who love and hide
amongst themselves in hope
Just a thought...