Wearing the mask,...the mask of the untruth is what they say if you ever really knew me and what I went through would you even look at me the same...the stuff that surrounds me is all images of what you want me to be..the guilt the firm action of self repent the flushing nature of being to be sinned for your life....always ask for forgiveness is what they say?¦but still temptation is at its worst....giving in to the solitude of soft remorse...doing the same thing over and over and over...master planning them...trying to make your sin perfect.and then ask for forgiviness...only atforgiveness seee when you off guard See you even know? Know when its time to try to save your self form it...ITs still theres time of not being able to come out and confront your self...sumthings better off not said thsomethingsid silent words are more deadlier than those who bark at the mist..self incriminating and relaxation of the fact that constitutes our revoultion we....we all fail to rrevolutiono our deeds.....we self reprehendbrain wash the innocent...we create this .this beign it...the mask of the untold trubeinge mask thaT COVERS EVERY WOMAN....EVERYTIME SHEthatsES UP...PUTTING THE MASK EVERY TIMEer mask makes her strongeR and confident and self replying it all strongerter of spring fresssh cleanse that surrounds her inner self befreshch shall she bears the art of beauty deep below....the mask of the untold truth....we alL wear this maskâ?¦..hiding that reall person thatallrson..the culprit ..the already dederailedd...sumtimew we are sent here for small purpose beliefs..sumsometimesre sent here to do something some of us are here to figure out....im am hear to reinvent myself...never read back after wwhatt your write for it is a mark of trying to coverup the untold truth... Trying to recreate a image readcover uphe world instead of your sick disgusted reliant self....remeber you are you you are it..it is is you...it is everythinrememberutff has been told enough has been said...for I have sinnedâ?¦.sistuffmore than you...way heavier...by feasling with the beast I still undertake it....never let it bring me down...feastingill giving in to it.I am in control...so I say..just oen more time...I hurt this beast...the beast is innocent for it has no mind exexantt to live in purpose of its all nature rights..to live....but yet be your friend to help improve yourself....but still I undertake dammage my bodily self...in ways pushing it to the cliff of this heavy burden...butdamage...you are the period of it....it is everything bad it is everything you create..it is everything that happens it is universal...your the period of it...and the period is the end....now recreate it...but recreate it ( you fill in the rest)
i know this poem is hard to understand I have to rewrite it give me time
