Hiding In A Hood
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Original - Misc › Non-Fiction/True Stories/Autobiographical
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
653
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of non fiction. Where possible - and where appropriate - permission has been granted from any people or their descendants to be included in this story. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Hiding In A Hood
Hiding In A Hood
In a hood I see the world but the world can't see my face.
The hood I ware keeps the cold out, as well as the people.
It keeps me from see them, the people that put me in this hell.
It keeps them from seeing the pain they made.
But it doesn't keep out the pain.
In that hood I take the pain all on my own.
Hiding from the world in that hood is what I do.
People see the hood, not me.
People see the hood, not the pain I am in.
People just ever see the hood.
That is fine with them, but I pay for it in the end.
That is what they see, not what they know.
That hood is all I have to keep them from seeing.
In that hood I can cry without them seeing.
But I wish someone would just take the hood off and see me.
That is what I wish yet no one ever does.
They just let me have the hood up, and let me hide my face.
Day after day is how it is and how it works.
When well someone just take that hood off and see the real me?
AN: I hope you that read will review this poem of mine. This is the way I once felt in life and how I use to acted. I really did ware a hooded shirt with the hood up all the time. I don't do that so much anymore but that is because life it good for me now.
In a hood I see the world but the world can't see my face.
The hood I ware keeps the cold out, as well as the people.
It keeps me from see them, the people that put me in this hell.
It keeps them from seeing the pain they made.
But it doesn't keep out the pain.
In that hood I take the pain all on my own.
Hiding from the world in that hood is what I do.
People see the hood, not me.
People see the hood, not the pain I am in.
People just ever see the hood.
That is fine with them, but I pay for it in the end.
That is what they see, not what they know.
That hood is all I have to keep them from seeing.
In that hood I can cry without them seeing.
But I wish someone would just take the hood off and see me.
That is what I wish yet no one ever does.
They just let me have the hood up, and let me hide my face.
Day after day is how it is and how it works.
When well someone just take that hood off and see the real me?
AN: I hope you that read will review this poem of mine. This is the way I once felt in life and how I use to acted. I really did ware a hooded shirt with the hood up all the time. I don't do that so much anymore but that is because life it good for me now.