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Waking up I start my day,
Putting on my first mask to keep the demons at bay.
Walking out the door, with my second mask in hand,
Just in case, cuz you just never know the demand.
With a smile on my face, I stop to get an espresso, this mask is already starting to crack,
As the girl hands me my twelve cups of coffee in one shot, she smiles back.
"How are you today?" she politely asks.
I stave back my mental break to slip on another mask.
My eyes tell her that I'm broken inside, as my lips move to say, "I'm still alive."
My day continues in a constant dress rehearsal.
And the masks I wear to protect them, protect me, from the stares of the ever fearful reversal.
Where my masks are torn off to reveal the frightened child that I am inside,
But thankfully, it didn't happen and I still have my masks from behind which I hide.
Written
By the world's greatest unknown poet
S. E. Dixon
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syniztrsam wrote: ↑03 May 2018, 21:15 Masked
Waking up I start my day,
Putting on my first mask to keep the demons at bay.
Walking out the door, with my second mask in hand,
Just in case, cuz you just never know the demand.
With a smile on my face, I stop to get an espresso, this mask is already starting to crack,
As the girl hands me my twelve cups of coffee in one shot, she smiles back.
"How are you today?" she politely asks.
I stave back my mental break to slip on another mask.
My eyes tell her that I'm broken inside, as my lips move to say, "I'm still alive."
My day continues in a constant dress rehearsal.
And the masks I wear to protect them, protect me, from the stares of the ever fearful reversal.
Where my masks are torn off to reveal the frightened child that I am inside,
But thankfully, it didn't happen and I still have my masks from behind which I hide.
Written
By the world's greatest unknown poet
S. E. Dixon
this is deep wow