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Faces.

Their faces.

They surround me with lies.

Corruption they breath with every sigh.

Hidden behind masks, they block their true purpose.

Fake beauty, fake kindness, only ment to hurt us.

An illusion brought on through selfish manners.

Pretending to care by waiving their banners.

Love, endearment, honesty they say.

A lie they spread each passing day.

I used to ignore the deception they bare.

But the suffering it brought me just wasn't fair.

Now I wear my own mask painted in lies.

They shall never hear my lonely cries.

I will be strong, independent.

Any scar, will be mended.

 

My face,

Nothing has changed.

I am just a face,

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This poem is about: 
Me

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