My Face by Devin Pavlischak/ November 29th, 2015 ©

I fought myself, slowly taking in natures pity.

What was my purpose?

I suppose, some parts of life twist.

They force us to become walls, wearing the colors of silence.

Sometimes, a crack in our walls cracks.

The wall cannot hold, showing my true face.

My face is full of emotion, the kind that cannot escape.

So I smile and grin, ashamed of my world.

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