Unmasked

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I look into the mirror

Shock fills my shattered soul

What have I become

Who is this I see glancing at me?

Pain coats the flesh like paint

Tattoos run across each arm covering

sins,

Indents can be seen along lips and noses

Eyes hold so many emotions

How do you hold it back?

What keeps the walls up?

Who were you before the fall?

I punch the mirror in a bitter rage

Pieces fly in every direction

I watch them hit the ground

Each shard a memory an unanswered

prayer,

Blood streams from each cut covering

my hand,

Who the fuck cares just another sin

I dance from the room another chop

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