Shell of a Human

My mask

A layer of "strength" and "power"

allowing me to bask

in reality's ultraviolent rays

What lies underneath?

the man of the hour

No, a man ready to seethe

he who was hidden 

Rotting at the core 

Getting eaten away by himself

wanting to run from something more

Standing as a fraud

Ripping piece by piece

tearing what was gnawing

being able to release

himself from the chains

the mask

finally, no more

being the shell of a human

This poem is about: 
Our world

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