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A Smile That Dares Not To Dissappear

I hide behind a smile day by day No way can I leave it away it has to stay A fear of fear itself means I will descend The smile helps my being mend from torturous times Crimes against the most human kindness To fear to let ones wall down It protects like an invisible blanket Its security I hold on like a baby in arms Noone can see my wondering in me A wildness that is shown shades the innocences Sometimes I scream inside my mind As it never stands down Like a film that has no ending I defend the right with all my fight to hide inside A lie I tell myself I am alright when really thats not right So many sides to one being some need freeing To escape my thoughts would be desire itself Instead I climb the wall my own walls Words can not be taken back even though the bricks may fall The hurt can only be forgiven when its jury has delivered A story I will one day tell Its pages will set the scene Of how I feared the anger in me Of a smile that dare not dissappear As then I will be truely be in all despair

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 9/5/2010 6:02:00 AM
Deep write, excellent words from the wonderful title to the last line... love it...luv Michael
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Date: 9/4/2010 2:56:00 PM
Well, Sarah, we are told to smile and the world smiles with us, but for me at times, it is just a mask and when I can remove the mask and just be me and express my pain and sorrow, I think that is much better, you wrote a splendid poem today, and I am very impresssed,,, love constance
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Date: 9/4/2010 12:03:00 PM
we all at time's where that one mask of insecurities, it's hard, but we aren't as open with it it's better to keep it inside but little do we know the damage we do by keeping it in, enjoyed your write..P.D.
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Date: 9/4/2010 11:57:00 AM
this reminds me of a poem by Claude McKay called "We Wear The Mask." we hide our feelings behind fake appearances. good write my lady. enjoyed it.
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