This hides sincerity- the burden we pay for human depravity; we laugh in broken and bruised faces and express countless subtle details.
Why should the universe be defined by our whimpers and sobs? We play the part so all the pieces fit together. This also means sacrificing the truth.
We sing along. We agree. But hardened cement traps our feet. We brought this upon ourselves. We poured the cement and watched it harden.
The mask we wear we put on everyday. Now the masks are glued to our faces. Sooner or later, yells will surface from our tortured souls.
YOU ARE READING
My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
