Happy in meeting,
Polite in passing.
We dance our dance
And find ourselves lacking.
Kind in parting,
Friendly in messaging.
We dance our dance
With no one watching.
Sad in doubting,
Upset in feeling.
We dance our dance
With masks of glass.
Glass uncertainty,
Glass unreadable.
We dance our dance
With no outcome feasible.
Wonder of shattering,
Fear in answering.
We dance our dance
And want to stop.
Dancers one,
Masks one.
I dance our dance
Afraid of truth.
I wear a mask,
You do not.
I dance our dance
For I cannot stop.
- Author: Human ( Offline)
- Published: September 29th, 2024 21:58
- Comment from author about the poem: Do you ever find yourself being good friends with someone, but still hiding what feels like big parts of your personality from them? You want to show them these parts of yourself, but you're scared of how they'll react to those parts of you? The guilt that makes you want to show them, and the fear that keeps you from it?
- Category: Reflection
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