Reminds me of my legal mother... your poem made me cry.

This is a very beautiful piece of work. This poem brings out a very familiar feeling in me. I've read a lot of your work. Your a very talented writer.

The blot on the page

The stain in the sofa cushion

You can turn it over

Turn a blind eye

But it’s still there

If you look twice.



Overall my favourite lines. So true, and it describes me. Forever a prisoner of a mask. Except on the Internet. I wrote a small piece on my mask-wearing called Burn, and Start Again. You can read it, if you like. My mask isn't quite the same, but it achieves the same goal: Hide what you are and what you feel.

Oh baby this is soo pretty. though i have no idea who it's about, but i'll figure it out, probably. Oh who am i kidding? no i wont

oh, I figured out who it was about before you even told us that clue about the title. But what does this all mean? I thinK i may have to have a talk with you and her. Luv ya,

oooohhh good good good!!!! :) I know who this is about... very accurate... good damn poetry. you rule. i am shamed. forever.
Ignore me, i'm insane.