We all wear a mask sometimes. We guard our hearts, even when we know it's impossible to keep things from breaking down the walls we've built. Instead of allowing ourselves to be so involved with the dangerous world around us, we often lay under the stars and dream of what could be...
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"A Night Under the Stars"
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"A Night Under the Stars"
From my soul flows a river of uncertainty and fear.
I don't know myself anymore. I often ask, "Am I really here?"
Feeling so angry and yet so carefree,
I can't help but wonder what must be wrong with me.
I stare at the mirror and smile in an attempt to make it look real.
No matter what, I cannot hide from anyone the way I really feel.
The silence is too deafening and the screaming from within is too quiet.
Only in the morning do I wake to see if I've survived the night.
What used to be is gone forever. I don't know why it's so hard for me to see.
Haunted is my mind, body and soul... slowly being devoured by my own memory.
I hear the people whisper and I see them turn away.
I shouldn't care so much... but it's hard not to do that today.
I'm hanging here by a thread, on the very edge.
Not to fall again... to myself I've made a pledge.
Another day ends as I sit here under the stars and sky.
Hoping, dreaming and wishing... those are some of the things that help me not to cry.
Is understanding and caring too much to ask?
What will it take for me to be happy enough to remove this mask?
A small plea for help escapes my heart and drifts farther and farther away.
I'll sleep here on the cold grass until peace comes to stay.
Copyright Casandra Camp 2010
