We all have a mask we hide behind,
to cover the madness within our mind.
To distract all around us of our thoughts,
That resonate in our stomach but climb out our throats.
Despite it all, one day we will succumb to the madness,
but we will rise above it all and be proud that we're the maddest.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
