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You put the chain on the door,
you strip off eleven pieces of your ego
like how you did behind
most of them in the class,
and you look into the mirror
with nothing in your mind
but the thought that you're not relevant.
You see lonely eyes
that you don't wanna see,
but you can't help it.
You're already lost staring
at your own held-back tears;
you're wishing your red eyes
can be your monsters' fears.
And you're thinking how you could
put rhyme back into your life, but
I can still lie about me doing good.
There's no happy scene to be cut.
Then you remembered...
the place holding you is a
chaotic dome,
and your hated monsters
attacked you somewhere
outside home.
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YOU ARE READING
Parade
Poesía𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚 ╰ a s e r i e s o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d Little Fussbudget knew nothing but her shelf of problems in her innocent world... not until she was silenced by an angelic beast. In the endless parade she joined, find out the trut...
