I have a hundred faces
all laying neatly in a row.
Each one a mask that makes me
someone different to every person I know.

Here’s one that say I’m pretty,
Here’s one that says I’m smart,
And one to say I’m perfect,
But all are merely art.

I am a performer
Hiding every flaw,
in hopes that someone will see the cracks,
and catch me when I fall.

I do not like to stumble,
Or show the me within,
for if people knew the truth,
I fear I might have no friends.

I am a child at heart
Who screams so very loud,
looking for attention
from someone within a crowd.

I have a hundred faces
all laying neatly in a row.
Each one that makes me special,
different for every person that I know.

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I am uniquely me
I’m trying so hard can’t you see?
I fight to be just right,
So maybe I can sleep at night.
I’m not pretty, just smart,
but everything is a work of art.
I cannot be what I am not,
But you don’t care a lot.
I’m not what you want you see,
Because I am uniquely me

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Tap,
         tap,
                 tap
the rain gently falls outside
giving me a lullaby
when I in my bed reside.

Splish, splash,
I hear a car go       l
                          l           i
                          o        g
                               r
by
until the silence returns
in an unbroken silent cry
as I lay here within my bed
and make up stories in my head.

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A single low cry
I hear a train go right on by
and hear my dreams
go along on the floating steam
for when I was little I wanted to be
a driver of trains for all to see
and while I’m not so far right now,
who knows what time will allow.

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Let me dance across the stars,
where all the stories are.
I am only me alone,
to be ensconced in a silver throne,
made of moonbeams bright,
and rimmed with memories tonight.

Let me dance to river’s end,
Where waiting are all my friends.
With gentle murmuring so soft
The drifting come when they are lost,
on the gently wings of Spring’s delight
under the waning watch of Winter’s Knight.

Let me dance across the sea
With only sweet memories free
to lead me upon my way
and into the eveningtide’s great bay.
And let the dreams come to me
In this silent tidings plea.

Let me dance across this life
And end it with little strife.
So that maybe in this time
I may hear the church bells chime
Out a song to honor thee
While our souls run out, completely free.