Branden Aeling

(August 3 / Freeport, IL)

Twisted Masks


Sick in the head
Sick in the mind they'll call me

The hypocrites who lie about their masks
they see not because they look not
who i am is who i choose to be
masks filled my face from inch to inch
tell me who i am you sick twisted soul
thinking you know my heart like its gold
twisted time engraves upon ones heart
like sadness on the face of a clown
does my face shine that masks so
but who am i to twist the facts of life?

Submitted: Saturday, September 03, 2011

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  • Dave Walker (9/10/2011 5:17:00 AM)

    Like this. Everybody will always try
    Judge the person under the mask.
    Its human nature. May i invite you
    To read two of my poems. One called,
    Boy to a man and for michael hicky.
    Both true storys. (Report) Reply

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