One glance at me and a smirk in place.
Whispering so loud; I could hear them say,
'Such an ugly disaster' 'Such a manly face'.
And I believe too easily so I swiftly look away,
Hiding my hideously hairy face.
Behind a mask no one wears any longer.
Wishing I could stop being such a disgrace.
Hoping the morning star makes me stronger,
Day by day. Strong enough to disappear,
From this hell of a place named life.
It listens to my pleas through a ear,
And out it goes from another. (like a cheating wife)
~11/10/24 EH ©
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