Hidden

keeping face,

along the course of a season,

ideas in check,

so im not tried for treason,

words on a page,

just aren't the same,

when not spoken in the spots,

that tell the story of a past,

so the words will never last.

so tell your story,

and tell it with glory,

but do not do as i,

and hide what's inside,

a poker face is a cage,

you have no vents,

and so your emotions that were lent,

will be trapped and forgotten,

hidden behind passion,

for the things you believe in,

your soul has to be free,

to live and let be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i read this to a crowd and they liked it a lot.

this is one of my poems i am extremely proud of

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