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I'm not like them,
But I can pretend
Eternally smiling masks
I'll take to my grave.
People who ignore facts,
With them I will play.
Bleeding puppets wearing my masks,
Dancing from strings connected to my hands.
With their own money they'll buy their casks,
And lower them down into the land.
The crying ghosts are just playing pretend.
Take off their masks,
That's how they brought on their end.
I step outside and into the sun,
Donning my mask,
So they won't see the truth of what I've become.
I sit down at a desk, no whispers follow me.
Nobody sees as the face behind the mask smiles ruefully.
The cold-hearted canaries sitting on their nests,
Well,
I'm not like them,
But I can pretend
(A/N) Just a note: This is my picture.
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Assorted
Poetry|Rules make up| |For what society lacks| |Break the rules and| |We will go back.| I do not own most of the pictures shown, BUT I do make all the poetry. Please don't be a dick and plagiarize. -ASSORTED POETRY-
