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I don't really know guys... There is a lot of random stuff in this thing you call a book.

No one really knows

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by -falling-apart-

by -falling-apart-

Who am I no one really knows

when I try to get close they ask to many questions

so I put up a mask up of lies, and hurt

hoping no one will see through my phony disguise

because no one knows I cry myself to sleep at night

hoping wishing someone will free me from my curse

I try to talk to friends but they don't understand

all except one

it's like she knows about my mask of sorrow

she see's through the lies and helps me when I'm hurt

I think she knows but I'm not really sure

but until she frees me

I put my mask on hoping one day she'll take it off me

but until then we're taking it one step at a time

together hand in hand

Source: http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/no-one-really-knows#uwU2IlSoZQTGZITb.99