The Mask (poem by me when i was 9)
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Often times I sit alone and
I wonder why....others seem
so much better than I.
And often times I sit alone
and I start to cry... Why do
they have it so good when they
don't even try?
I wake up in the morning
and off to school I go... and
even though I seem so bright,
inside I do not glow.
I put it on every day, and even
though it does not show...this mask
I wear covers me from head to toe.
To show and lern the real me seems
to be a task... A task I can not
finnish untill off comes the mask.
Tasha Nichole Sirokman
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