My facade crumbles,
My mask falls down,
To reveal behind the fake smile,
Was just a broken crown.
My feelings go numb,
So does my individuality,
I am void of love, happiness or anger,
I no longer have a personality.
My hope to be good enough has died,
For myself and society,
Where materialism and perfection,
Is the only priority.
Being bad at everything,
Is the only thing I'm good at,
Being imperfect is being human, isn't it,
Then why am I being called at?
I don't remember who I was,
Behind the crumbling mask,
I just want to be happy,
Is that too much to ask?
Work harder, do better,
Are the only words I hear,
But I don't seem to gain success,
My life is a boat I can't steer.
My life is a big, confusing puzzle,
And I seem to have lost all the pieces,
It is a white sheet of paper,
With all my pain turned to creases.
Everything falls apart and disintegrates,
Everything ends in a while,
But in my oblivious end,
I CAN DO NOTHING BUT PUT ON A FAKE SMILE.
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PuisiThese are a bunch of poems that I wrote and I hope you like them ! Most of them are morbid as hell ( pun intended ) 😈 so if you like poems of those sorts , you will definitely love mine ! -written by my sister
