Poetry

the broken masquerade

enjoy.

lifting up the cracked façade,
tying the fraying ribbon.

headed to the masquerade,
making sure my soul is hidden.

"don't let anyone in" she says
"don't let anyone see".

the voice that's deep inside,
the voice that's a part of me.

i've tried to kick her out,
i've tried to break her down.

but the more i struggle and fight this,
the more my world goes down.

so the mask goes on,
the ball begins,
i'm now at the masquerade.

not the traditional kind, you see,
it's one where we're all playing a game.

waltzing down hallways,
checking our appearances in the mirrors.

letting our masks do the talking,
letting them hide our fears.

all of us, with our cracked façades,
we take one final breath.

and then our masks are cracked in half.

the ribbon snaps,
the façades fall down,
and all we see is blue.

no one knows where to go from there,
no one knows what to do.

some don't even have a blue hue,
all that's there is gray.

but we all know one thing that we must not do.

so we throw our masks away.

the voices inside me,
they still cry out.

but i'm not the only one hearing them,
so no one has to doubt.

"they'll defeat me!" she's yelling.

good, i want her out.

so i say goodbye to blurry,
and kick the devil out.

this is a poem about my blurryface.

my troubles.
my sadness.
my anxieties.

i refer to her simply as "she" until the last line, where i call her "blurry" and "devil".

this is definitely inspired by twenty øne piløts' blurryface, i've seen other clique members do this sort of thing before so i wanted to give it a go.

if you aren't familiar with the band or the idea of "blurryface", blurryface is the band members' personification of their anxiety and depression. they gave it a name and a face so they can address it, so they can fight it better.

with all that said, i hope you enjoyed.

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