Fake smiles
Everyday I smile to make people belive that I'm okay
They believe it too!
When will I be able to take off my mask?
Let people see the real me?
I let her out sometimes in my writing
But she scares me
She's a deamon that has taken over my body
That's why I'm scared to let her out
Scared to become her
Scared what she will do to me
Most of all I'm scared that she will take over and I'll loose this part of me.
poem by Marissa Ford
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