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A mask
Stone cold turned eyes
Rest above an even colder smile
Not evil, yet heartless.
Remnants of what once was
Human and warm and good,
A soul.
Now no more than a shell
Barren and wasted
Drunk to hold out life
And pain.
Wish-less and twisted
Broken at every bend
Unable to feel
Happiness, hatred
All washed with acid
Burning and cutting
But outside nothing
A mask.
Never cracked or faltered
Hiding boundless suffers
Without fail.
I like this one a lot. It's kinda sad though.
Aden
I think I understood this, everyone wears a mask, trying to make themselves look perfect on the outside, but on the indside they are hurting jus like us. Kind of reminds me of the poem i wrote "The Crowd."