Mask of Your Lies

never look down

just close your eyes

you know nothing matters.

through the mask of your lies.

are you a robot?

a corpse,

or a shell?

then how do you know?

how to act alive so well?

"I've practiced since a young age."

perfections what matters.

not the heart or the soul.

which you knew were in tatters.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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