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Avery Sep 2018
They called her a comedian
A shining star
A talent
They love her paper mask so much
They never want it off
But once they start to notice how the ink will start to blur
Little dots of saltwater
All coming from her
Avery Sep 2018
When I was a child I'd always spend this time of year
Debating what to be for Halloween with my friends
The most gripping thing
So many possibilities
but I must only choose one
To put on  another mask
Along with the one I already wear
Avery Sep 2018
I remember the day I learned vibrato
The breathtaking, yet pleasing warble
A summer camp where I was told
'Find your own voice'
I used to be so proud of it
My choirs felt otherwise

Sometimes I wonder if I'm like that vibrato
I sound nice, but have to hide in a crowd
Avery Sep 2018
I've never understood how some people can just write
To give two pages in an hour
Writing, to me, has always been personal
Personal in the way that it reveals who we are
Writing is the crack in the masks we all wear
That's oh so sweet, maybe that's why it's so rare
Avery Sep 2018
Don't tell me I'm fine
And feign disappointment
When I decide not to trust you
Tell me, why should I?
Avery Sep 2018
I've never understood why people like noise
And call it a living spirit of crowds
Middle school bands when teachers leave
A gossiping friend, voice carrying through breeze
Avery Sep 2018
Absorb my spirit I beg of you
Take me to a world that I don't know
For even though new trials may await us there
It's better than all that's here below
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