I didn't know how to feel, if I was even supposed to. All I really knew was the need to know the feeling and the need have. I didn't realize with in that need there was destruction because I could never feel for you the way I wanted but I let the idea slip and focused on trying.
I really shouldn't have tried. Because I couldn't feel for you i seen through you and your act. I don't think you know you were even something you aren't because you've played the character for too long. I didn't like the guy behind the mask but how could I hurt the mask I knew?
You thought I felt something but there was nothing. So when it ended and I didn't become the crashing waves you thought, you became angry like the tides. There is no perfection in either of us but the mask character you played believed you were and that is where I prevail from or differences.
When the curtains finally close and the mask comes off as the character draws their last breath will you know the man behind it all?
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Secrets to Knowlege
PoetryEmptying my thoughts into the void of other people...*some are poorly written, and by some I mean most, so please bear with me * (on a different note please don't skip the first one)
