I'm no longer who i used to be, <br />but a lie, <br />hidden with spiteful fantasy. <br />no longer to worry about who i am or who i want to be, <br />all i know is that this person, is not me. <br />so sick of feeling numb, <br />like this level of hell doesn't even faze me. <br />i was lost, and aching with a broken heart. <br />concealed with all this pain <br />found an old mask and put it back on. <br />This isn't me, walking about with my head held high <br />I'm the one who sits alone in a darkened corner <br />crying out those tears <br />that never once saved me <br />from my fears<br /><br />Ciara Owens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fears-7/
