Every day at the crack of dawn
Hoping for something different
I stare callously into the mirror
A stranger, I repeatedly find standing there
With puzzled gaze, rapped in hazel colors
Staring right back at me
.
...
"Who ... might you be?"
I eyed with shameless familiarity
Knowing all too well who it is
"How disappointing... You're still here..."
Haunted by this familiar reflection
Forcefully pulling myself from his trance
I sigh as I change expressions,
"It's time to put on my best show....!
While you.... STAY in the shadow!"
The hint of fear in my voice taunts him
Waiting... Scheming... for his turn
I smile, stroke and stretch my cheeks
.... A failed attempt to loosen
The stiffness of my soft flesh...
Trying to hide something dark and unspoken
....
Only the two of us know the truth
Deep within is something crippled and dreadful
A secret... a mutual understanding
Quite honestly, too painful to share
The pact I made with this devil
In exchange for burying my pain,
I sold him my soul
For he gifted me this mask
One that I must wear every morning
To desperately hide that
Which has taken roots deep within
Something unknown and frightening
I sigh once again...
Staring one last time at my sad truth
Knowing clearly that I'm the real fool
Who'll gradually evaporate into ether
A pitiful me staring back into the mirror
The truth is....I know well of this stranger
A broken soul, a tired mind
Haunted by many dark pasts
Filled with dried tears, and voiceless cries
Behind this piece of glass
A weakness that must hide
One that exposes the empty eyes
Disguised with forged smiles
As to not dare reveal the face
Covered with endless scars
So, This is me behind a mask
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The Pains Of Being Me
PuisiI am bent, but not broken. Scarred, but not disfigured. Sad, but not hopeless. Tired, but not lifeless. Alone, but not powerless. Angry, but not bitter. Distant, but not emotionless. Lonely, but not loveless. Depressed... but not weak. In the end, I...
