BEHIND THE MASK
Every time someone starts a conversation, He speaks not to me but to my mask, I don't open my soul, I just close your questions, I don't trust you you are nobody for me Behind a mask I hide all the rot mixed with pain, I'm a cautious paranoid who's closed without a key, Lots of masks in my pocket for different occasions n' people, It may be weird and crazy for you, BUT IT'S BETTER AND CALMER FOR ME Try to peel the skin off my damn face, You'll get stabbed in the back in my embrace, Goin' deeper into my life, you'll get a knife in the back, I'LL TURN YOUR RAINBOW LIFE BLACK HUH? And don't say that I didn't warn you... Sclerotic fool... It is hopeless when you die from the inside and you need help. You ask your friends, acquaintances, but all you get in return is laughter. You're withdrawn, and every day you move away from your friends and family. They ask, "What's the problem? What's wrong with you?". And only at this moment you realize how hypocritical your surroundings are... That's all, I'm done...
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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