So this is a poem I wrote for English last year and I just feel like putting it on here for you guys to read so here it is.

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The Invisible Girl

The person behind the mask                                           You never know because you never ask                                                           
The question that waits in the shadows                                    
Who is the person behind the mask?                                     
That person is me                                                                       
The me that you may never see   
The question that you must now ask yourself is       
Are you that different than me?   
We often hide in fear    
When we can't see anyone whom we trust near   
If we can't see the light, in this darkness like night   
We ask in fright, is anyone here?       
We all have things we hide      
Like our monsters inside   
You hide them in a dungeon far away   
But they are still there, they have not died   
There may be the monsters we hide    
But there is also a place where beauty can reside   
There is not just darkness there    
There is also light inside   
Who is the person behind your mask?   
Are they the one in last?   
Or is that the you that others see?   
Just know, that there will always be a person behind the mask   

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Masks are hard to keep, but everyone has one. I know some things in here may sound cheesy or whatever but that's how I felt writing it. Writing helps me vent. And the fact that you people are here means so much to me. I know I just wrote a whole rant about this in my story Field Trips and Secrets, but seriously thank you. Anyway what did you think of the poem? Until next time, bye!