The ashes of my remains [Poetry]

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It's hard to be me when I'm hidden between masks
Fighting to portray many different ones
Under all the piles of fractured glass
My remain stir with downcast pasts
The magnification of my losses are strong
The reflection of my making poisoned by time
The essence of my being hidden in depleting values
Until my life deprecates and leaves my system bleeding all over again
And all the masks dig into my skin
The outlines ring my fleeting breath
Until the lines become the mark
My skin is etched in aching cuts
-s