And I pull away my mask of smiles and laughter,
To reveal a face that has seen horrific slaughter,
Taming my new wounds in the mirror,
Yet to put back the fake face on after
Not one soul could see through this shield on my face,
It's all right,
Of course keeping the horror hidden is just for their own sake
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Lucid Thoughts - poetry | ✓
Poetry➸ lucid thoughts of a wandering mind At daylight, at twilight and at midnight
