I know how people think.
I know what people expect.
I weave a mask of lies and deception from it.
I create an illusion of happiness and peace.
They never notice it.
Those who do never mention it.
But there are days when the mask cracks.
When they see my dead eyes through slits, and the dark circles beneath it.
Gaze at the frowning lips and the cracked skin.
The people don't like what they see.
The monster.
Some pretend not to see.
Some avoid me at all costs.
But then I fix the mask, and all is right again.
I know how people think.
I know what people expect.
They don't like monsters like me.
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Compathy: A Collection Of Poetry
Poetry"Through grief and sorrow, through joy and through love, shouldn't these emotions be shared?" A collection of poems that come from the heart, and worded in the most poetic forms to say and spread what is not spoken, whether it be melancholic or joyo...
