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It\'s strange that you think you can know how I feel
You haven\'t quite noticed that my mask is not real
I don\'t think you see
The appeal I see in not being me
All the time, sets me free, lets me be,
You think you know me,
But I break every time
My shields go up and I recite the same lines
It\'s old, and I\'m sick of this building back up
When I shatter and crumble
Trip and I stumble
Try to grip and I fumble
Time refuses to stop
I\'m full of these holes and I\'m full of these cracks
And I\'m reeling and spinning but I can\'t watch my back
Can\'t hold off this attack
Just start running, and never look back
Don\'t get off track
And don\'t look at me to answer your pleas
Cause I\'ve got my own questions and my own enemies
And your stares never stop the defeat of my skin
They rip through
And conquer
I can\'t ever win
It\'s useless to try
And conceal it with lies
You\'ve broken my mirrors and walls with your eyes
This angel has fallen and lost her disguise
I\'ve broken the halo, I dented the wings,
But identity sings
And sometimes I think that you\'ll know me somehow
And I know that tomorrow is different from now
And maybe I\'ll start this all over to when
I was holy, and fearless
And upright and strong
And didn\'t wear armor
And glittered with song
I\'d like you to see how I was then
I think tomorrow I\'ll be born again
You haven\'t quite noticed that my mask is not real
I don\'t think you see
The appeal I see in not being me
All the time, sets me free, lets me be,
You think you know me,
But I break every time
My shields go up and I recite the same lines
It\'s old, and I\'m sick of this building back up
When I shatter and crumble
Trip and I stumble
Try to grip and I fumble
Time refuses to stop
I\'m full of these holes and I\'m full of these cracks
And I\'m reeling and spinning but I can\'t watch my back
Can\'t hold off this attack
Just start running, and never look back
Don\'t get off track
And don\'t look at me to answer your pleas
Cause I\'ve got my own questions and my own enemies
And your stares never stop the defeat of my skin
They rip through
And conquer
I can\'t ever win
It\'s useless to try
And conceal it with lies
You\'ve broken my mirrors and walls with your eyes
This angel has fallen and lost her disguise
I\'ve broken the halo, I dented the wings,
But identity sings
And sometimes I think that you\'ll know me somehow
And I know that tomorrow is different from now
And maybe I\'ll start this all over to when
I was holy, and fearless
And upright and strong
And didn\'t wear armor
And glittered with song
I\'d like you to see how I was then
I think tomorrow I\'ll be born again
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Well, I'll say this much-- it's completely and totally different from anything I've ever written before, and I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe some of you will. 
Wrote it back in December, but decided at this point that there were pieces that I didn't want to completely trash, so I thought I'd put it out and see if others thought it was salvagable or not, and if so, what parts.
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Wrote it back in December, but decided at this point that there were pieces that I didn't want to completely trash, so I thought I'd put it out and see if others thought it was salvagable or not, and if so, what parts.Comments =
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I've reread this one often and I realize that it has sections that are uneven, but I think that adds to the overall effect of the piece. I think if you changed that aspect it would become too slick so the reader would lose the intensity of feeling it conveys. That's why I think I return to it, the feelings it evokes rage and tear they aren't easy to feel or easy to capture...Very good job!