[b]<font color="green">I find the right words help me to work through the hurt. Sometimes others' words say what I need to say, so I am adding a poem I wrote. Perhaps it will give you the inspiration to write for yourself.
Hiding
I am invisible
Walking though crowds.
Talking to people
I wear the mask.
No one really knows me.
No one sees the pain
The fear the isolation.
My scars are hidden.
I am always alone
No matter where I go.
Walls seal me in
And seal them out.
Hidden thoroughly behind
A careful facade.
I look out at them
But they cannot see me.
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dalila
Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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