The mask slowly slips away
Nothing but a black hole behind it
I try and hide it
From the prying eyes
Try to hide who I really am
Hide the empty inside.
Cover it with a smile and a laugh.
A mask.
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Occupational Hazard
Poetryjust a bunch of poems and other random shit that I wrote. If you have a problem with what I write, and you feel it is worth my time. Please politely bring it to my attention and we can talk about it over some virtual tea and biscuits. *Warning** So...
