HER BOOK OF POETRIES

HER: BEHIND THE MASK

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I'm intimidating
But deep inside, I'm caring.
I have cat eyes that looks like they're shooting,
Shooting daggers to everyone who's watching.

I'm stubborn and moody,
Anger, depression, happiness, all in one bag, I carry.
Sometimes, I barely breathe
And close my, can't help but think about death.

I believe in God,
I talk to him especially when I'm sad.
I'm pretty gifted too,
But I hide them from you.

They say I'm pretty,
No, but I'm lowkey a smarty.
I'm tall and slim,
And I was raised to be proper and prim.

I barely talk,
Stand straight as I walk.
Behind the poker face I wear,
Are emotions I can't bear.

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