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Masked
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A poem about how I sometimes feel when people tell me what a nice guy I am. It goes along with my recurring theme of fighting against myself.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Spiritual - Words: 169 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 3 - Published: 04-25-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2509522
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I wear a mask that hides my face;

You can't see who I am.

The countenance that fills this space

Is nothing but a scam.

My life is not an open book;

I seem like a nice guy.

But when you take a closer look,

You may see past the lie.

Darkness lies within my heart,

But I don't let it show.

I fear should any find this part,

So I don't let them know.

My heart screams to reveal the truth

And let secrets be unfurled—

A twisted and perverted youth

Revealed to all the world.

But there is one who sees right through

This fraudulent façade,

Looking past the things I do;

My heart is known by God.

His holy light exposes me;

From Him no sin can hide.

Only He can fully see

What truly lies inside.

His power rips the mask away,

His grace and love I ask.

And I keep striving toward the day

When my face will mirror the mask.

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