A broken shell of my former self
But that's where wisdom establishes itself
Put on a Pedestal I hated, but it made you happy non the less
That's all I wanted from my infant farther, too bad you didn't grow up to be what I expected....
Teenager angst did treat me well
The outcast with all the school accolades
I loved the tradition, the rest felt putrid, like I was smothered by a gun
Fitting in everywhere and no where
all day all at once, figure out which mask you will wear,
For a day or for life, it's not that bad to put on for a year or a date
as long as it resembles your fate.
My mask, I made. Mine, was truth, honesty and no filter for my thoughts.
These masks made me hated and despised because I could be blunt
But fit me perfectly, as it showed my head and heart
It showed I gave up on man and his kind.
Choose a mask wisely, you will adorn that crown of thorns
Till the day you decide to end your life, by pills, gun or old age.
Make sure you were happy with what you chose and the choices you make.
Nothing hurts more than the mask society wants you to fake.
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Author:
Tooway (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From the the disappointment we all feel from in your household,\r\nTo our happy years at school where your realize everything is a facade\r\nTo the year of work and socializing to find that perfect mate.\r\n\r\nIt\\\'s all leads to you in ashes or buried in a grave.\r\nNever sweat the small stuff.\r\n\r\nOh and remember it\\\'s all the small stuff.
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Powerful.
Thanks, if you have time, please feel free to offer advice I have written in 25 years. Thanks
I really love this; it's so powerful.
Thank you for taking the time to read. Appreciate and I always check out people who comments works.Thanks
Oh ok. And your so very welcome!!!
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