I took my time to avoid the notions,
drank the liquor and the potions,
celled my thoughts to avoid remorse,
and faked empathy, the tears I forced.
I tell them that nothing is wrong,
nothing effects or affects me strong.
Stoned cold hearted outward viewed,
developed mask now feels glued.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 10th, 2026 08:22
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Comments1
When we live with a mask for long enough we forget who we are. A lovely write about the lives we are encouraged to live. Few have the strength to not put on the mask.
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