CLOAKED FIGURE
I'm a black cloaked figure, passing through the crowd,
They would never notice or know what I'm all about.
They'd never see all the scars I'm hiding,
They'd forever miss all the times I'm pretending.
They can't ever wash away the dark patches on my soul,
And they'd never be able to break into my cemented and waxed mould.
They wouldn't even notice when the wind howls,
And they wouldn't ever be aware of all the bloody holes.
And they'd never be able to tap into my mind,
They'd never be able to see all the tears the smiles have left behind.
For I'm a hooded figure roaming through the crowd;
And they'd never notice or know what my story's all about.
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