Through endless days I hide behind <br />A row of masks of make-believe <br />While hiding, trying not to find <br />The me that no one likes. <br /> <br />Because the glaring truth I see <br />Is the fact that none could love <br />The ugly heart that hides in me, <br />Pleading to escape. <br /> <br />Begging to tear and rend the chains <br />Be free from the faces I play are mine <br />To shrug away the binding reins <br />And become the person locked inside.<br /><br />Cooper Gilliland<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-faces/
