Concealed

An identity stolen completely,

without a care and a sound...

A living soul to run and hide,

as if of feeling unwanted, not wanting to be found...

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No apologies, I hate it,

it's like admitting something dark...

Inflicting hidden wounds upon the flesh,

but it leaves a grave and deep mark...

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I won't hear it anymore... These "I'm sorry"'s...

I don't want to,

I don't need to.

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It's so simple,

So accepting,

And somewhat forgiving.

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...No, though...

It's like admitting betrayal

The last resort of when you have nothing else to say from the regret?

Lies that have been piling up

You've been trying to bend the truth, which you did.

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You think I am okay,

But no, I lied instead, behind that mask.

That Shadow Mask.

Ironic, isn't it...?

I've concealed everything since that day

I hide, not wanting to be found

I hurt, not wanting anyone to see it

I cry, not wanting to admit it, of these salty tears

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You took away all I had...

My determination to helplessness

My guilt to self-blame

My anger and cold exterior to

An extinguishing, melting vulnerability

My happiness to sadness

My soul to an empty shell

My love to hate

My naivete to a tainted, broken place

Trust to betrayal, paranoia...

And fear.

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Give me myself back

Don't stay, I don't want to hear it

Forgiving you, I doubt it that I would

This is good-bye...

For the both of us.