Hummmmmmm
I'm an object, suppose
to obey the rules implied
on me by society
I'm not to groan
in dissatisfaction
I'm to listen
and adhere to all rules
restricting me
I'm to put my trust and hope
I'm not betrayal
My main purpose
is to satisfy others apparently
I'm to look pretty
Even when I feel petty
I'm to pretend
as if those words don't hurt
even when it peirced deep down my soul
I'm an object to society
that need remodification
every damn time
My purpose
is to satisfy strangers
and not talk about
how their actions are hurting psychological,mentally, and emotionally
I'm a robot
programmed for the satisfaction
YOU ARE READING
The mask we wear
PoetryWe wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,- This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. by Paul...
