How much is real and how much is fake
I'm wondering how much more I can take
Put on a mask so they don't find
The demons that I try to leave behind
Beneath this facade that I adorn
You'd find that I am completely torn
No one's ever bothered to ask
So I take another sip from this poison filled flask
Whispering, shouting they speak to me
Over and over, counting to three
I tell myself they'll leave when I draw my last breath
Or perhaps they'll stay with me, even after my death
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The most loyal of my companions are the ones that never leave me, the ones that are overlooked by others of this world.
-Flame-
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It's the Thoughts That Rhyme
PoetryA bunch of short poems. A warning for you: A lot of this will probably be dark. Even I don't really know what to expect from this so expect the unexpected. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Cover page was drawn by me. Poems were written by me...
