Who am I?
Am I a label that dodges words?
Am I a barely breathing, human machine?
With thoughts and voice, never heard?
Your mask holds neither
emotions conveyed by eyes
or a beating heart for the living.
Speak your words! Verbalize!
Human race devolved to nothing,
we believe in life of favor.
We try to steal the little left
although nothing is left to savor.
As people, are we ever truly ourselves?
To be who we want to be?
Or do we live under this mask
we mistake as our "identity"?
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Past and Present Thought
PoetryA compilation of poetry. NOTE: No illustrations used in here are my own, nor do I attempt to claim them as such.
