With a shaken hand.
I write.
With a horse voice.
I speak.
Leaving the world behind me,
To forever walk alone.
A porcelain mask covers my imperfections.
A painted smile masks my sorrow.
Forever misplaced.
The wrong voice.
Wrong name.
Wrong world.
Wrong me.
With every care I give.
Sorrow is all I feel.
With all the confidence I have.
Is gone behind a porcelain mask.
Forever hidden I mask myself in the world around.
As I gradually lose myself.
Guys mother fucking 60 views and I thought I was garbage or as we say in French (note I do not live in France nor am I French I just am learning the language) mère baise soixante vues well chow'
