This massiveness that I alone carry.
This weight that is breaking my knees.
The people around me they can't see...
They can't see the monster inside me.
I'm about to break, I can't carry it anymore.
I cannot take it, I cannot endure.
So, I shattered. Like glass I break.
Like a broken mirror not possible to remake.
I'm useless now. Unproductive.
I have no purpose, there's nothing I could give.
Soon forgotten over time.
Yes, that's what I am. that's the life of mine.
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PERSONA
Poetry*IMAGE FROM DEVIANTART by Oberst176* persona: the image or personality that a person presents to other people. We don't know very well the friends we see and talk to in our everyday lives. Not until we see the other side of their faces, the sadness...
