The Book Hides A Mask
If I were a book, I’d be the saddest story ever told
Tears to dampen the pages of every book sold
It would’nt start out with once upon a time
My story would be about me, a victimless crime
About many storms in life, always drowning in sorrows
Thrown away as someones trash, no tomorrows
Beaten down till no hope at all, but still grasping at strings
Having not much happiness in material things
Heart always broken, shred into many pieces
Not wanting to try, but a life with many new leases
I’ve got to try, continue going for my loved ones
But each day of life is nothing but reruns
I feel like I’ve lived a hundred years, and I’ll keep going
So tired but a smile on my face will keep showing
For all to see this beautiful mask I wear on my face
The pain I carry I will keep to myself and never fall from grace
poem by Donna Nimmo
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