written July 6, 2009, by Amber Subscribe to rss feed for Amber 

Hiding in your sweatshirt
Masked-
From all the pain

Fear is traveling down your arms
Hidden by the maroon cotton

The long sleeves
Which cover your hands
Shaking in misery

Your pockets-
Enough room to 
Contain your hidden dismay

As you walk forth
Into the open world
Hiding in your sweatshirt.
Posted: 2009-10-03 22:57:01 UTC
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