They wanted me to
Show my true face
But they don't understand
That my own face
Can still lie
And play pretend
When I'm hiding
Behind a mask
Is the only time
I stop acting
And that's when
I truly become myself
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What I Leave Behind
PoetryWe all want to be remembered. We all leave pieces of ourselves behind. This is one of mine. This is what I leave behind. A collection of poetry, without a theme, made up of my favourite pieces I've written over the years and pieces I will write in t...
