Deny the pretense that cloaks you,
And yet that dull ache of longing,
Longing for truth stays
It just wants to scream at the top of its lungs,
THERE'S NO CONVICTION IN YOUR DENIAL,
WHY DO YOU DROWN IN YOUR FALSEHOOD?
A smile that's ready for every soul that seeks heart-speak,
Oh, aren't I a perfect little charming creature!
Let them know all you are,
But be sure to conceal it's a mask
Revel in the pleasure,
The joy that you chase,
With each praise stoking your ego
'Til it becomes so inflated,
That you fly without wings
But why are you scared of removing the mask,
Even for a fleeting moment,
Enough to be a witness to your reality?
You're just like anyone else aren't you,
A slave of laziness
Offering gifts to discipline,
To help you stay afloat?
Who are you fooling, love?
Not the tears you shed each night,
At the penultimate strike of the clock,
No, you call it survival, don't you?
This world that keeps you on your toes,
Where rest is a mere illusion
And the predator, sweet little productivity,
Shames you for even a momentary indulgence
Accept, honey,
Don't you just wanna wake up
In a place where your life doesn't roll down the hill,
If your eyes don't greet the cheery sun at 8 on the dot?
Admit it, darling,
Aloud if it heals you,
You're starting to rattle the chains,
But apprehensive of breaking out of them
Free, as you want,
Free, as you need.

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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them