a waste
of tissues soaking
up those tears
that run black
tired
of patching up
my peeling mask
afraid to let
my true colours
through
anxious
that the cloud
that hovers above me
will let all hell
break loose
done
with the stupid
show of joy
and sunshine
I have to put on
everyday
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
