March is my birthmonth, but I can never stop.
Again and again I pretend to be on top, with my stupid ego.
Rendering me flat, is the loneliness that creeps in loudly but as softly as can be.
Can anyone out there see the real me, save me or simply help me to forget?
Help me to destroy this facade and the demon that comes.
In and out of my life he runs, at the rise and sink of the burning sun, please help me be in sync!
Suddenly, I'm wrenched from my thoughts by the beat of a congo.
Words of wisdom being shouted in the pub, the way that only I can.
Onstage, lights, camera, action and that phony mask is in its place on my face, it's set.
Recognizing this is as much help as I'll get, the reason for the mask yet my redemption, the one and only... the audience.
Death silence and graveyard gray, with the rising smoke from cigars.
Yet all I can do is hide away my true heart... and give them what they came for... give them what they want!
-Deandra Smith
Title: March Is Wordy
Format: Double Acrostic
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Contest: Wattpad Poetry Contest
Theme: March Is Wordy
Task: To write a poem in the acrostic format using less than 500 words.
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