I have many faces
Many have seen many in the dark
I may be kind but know
I hold no sympathy
I may seem docile
Though I am violent
I'm sick and no remedy remains
My identity lost
Maybe I am miss perfection
Though I know she's one of my pathetic faces
I have no true form
Nor face
I am faceless in a way
An identity I don't contain
You may see many of what is of one form
One false move and you may see what lurks under this dark mask
Art by: unknown
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Unveild Human Civilization
PoetryTHIS IS NOT A STORY It is a point of vew of people and life the things i feel that maybe others can relate no sugar coated fantasies...If you can't handel some of it i understand just be respectfull in the comments please ;) ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ...
