We wear our truths like paper masks,
Thin as breath, behind hollow tasks.
Shouting virtue, mouthing grace,
Yet our deeds, they leave no trace.We point with trembling hands, accused,
But in our mirrors, we're confused.
Preaching mercy, loving peace,
Yet in the dark, we never cease-To twist the knife, to break the bone,
Crushing others to build our throne.
We claim we're just, with hearts of steel,
But justice cracks beneath the heel.Whisper patience, but we rage,
Behind closed doors, unleash the cage.
We say we care, we love, we fight,
Yet leave the broken in the night.The words are sweet, the vows are loud,
We sing our truths above the crowd.
But truth is brittle, crumbles fast,
The rot beneath is built to last.We wear the crowns, we wear the chains,
With double tongues and shifting veins.
We are the judge, the thief, the liar,
We light the match, then curse the fire.Each finger points, each mouth denies,
But in our bones, hypocrisy lies.
And when the mask begins to fall,
We turn away, we build the wall.We swear we're righteous, pure, and whole,
But bleed deceit from every soul.
In every heart, a shadow hides-
The hypocrite in all divides.

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When Silence Wept
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...