A pessimistic view
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I was born a human
That’s what I was,
Am,
And will always be.
My feet walk this Earth
The seasons change
I continue to age
Every day.
A spoon to my mouth
I eat
Digest.
I see them staring back at me, their eyes
piercing me with their discontent. My mind
reaches forward towards them, like a lost spectre. Their heads
pivot away, and I watch them slowly walk.
I used to be
an optimist of old
who sang
laughed
clapped
and taught doubters her many high ways.
Now I am
an optimist of shackles,
weighed and bore down by
tears
A place where many put on masks
Fake identities that cover their truths
The masks of defense
The masks of attraction
The masks of ludicrous
The masks of intelligence
The masks of comedians