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A short poem about a person that feels trapped, living a life of lies and trickery. Yet escape isn't an option

Submitted: September 25, 2018

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Submitted: September 25, 2018




The Day I meet
Death'll be sweet
It will pull me into an embrace
And make me face, my real face

Sometimes I wish it would end
Sometimes I wish it would go on forever
What's broken can be mend
Yet, What's lost can be found never

I'm hiding
And trying
To make them care
About what I share

I see them laugh
I see them cry
but their real face
I won't ever scry

They wear a mask
And when I ask
They tell a lie
not knowing they lied

How can I believe what they say?
How do i knew they're honest?
Can they even speak truth? They may
Their presence forces me to be modest

With a frown
I realized even I wear one
I try to tear it down
Should I manage, I'd be gone

Why do I hide?
Why do I fight?
Is the truth so bad,
that I'd go mad?
It must be so, I recognize
Why did it take so long to realize?

Finally I'm free
And at last I see
The world is a dark place
Forever I walk with a frown on my face

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