Who Am I Now?
We all wear the same mask and we feel the same pain
but yet we are all alone.
We live for one thing,one thing we will fight for
Freedom.
I have changed into another person, just like everyone else here.
Here in this concentration camp
we will never be the same people ever again
for our souls have been invaded by darkness
never to see the light again
I look around and see those intimidating chimneys and feel sadness
I know that is where people are dying at this very minute
still, I have no control over what is happening, for I am only one person.
No one knows what to feel anymore
should I feel anger, sorrow, pain, or strength?
Those are questions that pulse through out veins.
We walk around like corpses and look up at those tall barbed wire fences.
Will we ever be free, and walk down that long dirt road again?
We try to act strong but we are terrified inside.
I wear the mask of a captured Jew
as I walk past... the gas chamber.
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