I open my closet and wonder, what I should wear today.
I cast aside everything unfitting for todays events.As I get dressed I prepare myself.I put on my good pants,I lie to myself saying I'm happy.
I put on my best shirt,I hide all of my scars scars, all hints of the past.I put on matching shoes.I throw on the final touches,A jacket fitting the outfit,And finally, I pick out the perfect mask.Lifes a game of appearance anyways.
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Rantings of a mad man
PoesíaA collection of poetry written by me, based on my moods throughout the days.
