With veil in my fists. .
Satin veils.
I put on my cold porcelain mask.
the curtains opened.
ENCORE.
On the huge stage, I stepped.
I showed the euphoria danced with happiness.
The painful anguish of sadness.
The desperation of surprise.
The mockery of disgust.
The explosion of Anger.
The tears in my eyes filled with fear.
I wouldn't be able to show any of this with my shyness.
Then with my chalice.
The sweet wine...
Alcoholic.
sip for sip.
the more my body expressed itself.
Sometimes I laughed out loud.
or I gave some screams that ripped my vocal cords apart during that performance.
I don't know who was watching me.
I don't know who controlled me.
I don't know why I like it.
I remember having several masks lying around.
Every emotion.
Every feeling.
But the mask hurts me.
The mask that's stuck to my skin.
In my face.
This mask was made to protect me.
But I need to rip it out.
It hurts me.
Change me against me.
MY PEOPLE THEATER.
COME AND WATCH.
COME AND JUDGE.
GET CLOSER TO THE BIG SHOW...
Human Emotions.
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METAPHORICAL POEMS TO GET RID OF PESSIMISM
Short StoryDo you know when you don't know your own verbalization? I just know that I don't know how to verbalize it. Verbalize. To speak. To write. How can I say something if I don't know what I feel?! my throat hurts from it.
