We wear masks thinking, no one can tell what's underneath here.But some are wrong. Some people are able to see what underneath.It may seem wrong to wear a mask over our true selves.What can you do though?You cry underneath, and some can't help.Others look at you with disgust.Some laugh and point at you.You're alone in the dark, crying out.What's the point?The mask that blinds you so.It blinds you from your true self.You laugh and cry.You wear a mask thinking, no one will notice.You fake the smiles and the laughs.You cry in the comfort of your room.Not even then, are you relieved from the pain?Your chest hurting.You can't breathe.Your breath now short and choppy.We wear masks thinking, no one can tell what's underneath here.
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The Jibberish of Words
PoetryLate-night rambles and the ever persisting of words flowing through my head
