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