No one seems to unhook
These darting blades I took
From the way they judge my look,
So I just weep at my secret nook.

No one seems to know
All these insecurities I swallow,
And for me to last tomorrow,
I have to wear this mask of Zorro.

No one seems to care
As I walk down the trail, each time I prepare
From those piercing eyes that stare.
So I hide behind my hair, as always, feeling bare.

No one seems to feel
These dreadful emotions I conceal.
This might be a nightmare, an ordeal.
Please wake me up, make this life unreal.

No one seems to dry
These silent tears I cry,
With this poem, I can only try
To block those eyes that pry.

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