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Give Me My Own World

Give me my own world
All blanched and scattered trees.
Give me my own corner, where
I can curl up and sleep.
I am so dreadfully tired
Of holding up my mask.
It gets too heavy to carry,
And every fake smile and poise
Lends more weight.
Give me my own world
Uninhabited of fear from others,
Of fear from myself;
Where I can escape
And rest for another challenge
That is tossed at me, unrelentingly.
Give me my own world
All blanched, and scattered trees.
Give me my own corner, where
I can curl up and sleep.

Author's Note: As the summary dictated, this was written after a pretty
'trying' day at school. I'm sure you've had a day like mine, so I wrote
this as a sort of a 'writer outlet'. I guess that's what all poetry is
about (correct me if I'm wrong) - expressing yourself of something that
gives you the whim-whams, or something that you feel so compelled to write
that it would feel wrong not to write it. In any case, enjoy and review!
Truly,
Soleil Antoinette