We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<I shuffled down the hallway
Trying to stay out of view
Peeking down the walkway
I'm not just a flirt.
When I think about you.
It doesn't just hurt.
Becau
I wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
In the night
I hear your voice,
but try to fight
to keep my noise.
<Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I saw her during recess
And then again at lunch
I kinda liked to tease her
<My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
