Poem 3.

Many masks and faces,

With many names,

So many characters she became,

Lost her real identity on her way,

Forgotten who she was under all that pain,

Layers and layers covered her skin,

Making it unbearable to be within,

Growing her nails to rip open her chest,

To set free the birds that are captive in her heart.

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