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I look at the mirror in the morning The reflection is hideous to me It makes my stomach churn And so I put on my mask I look like a Harlequin Filling the role is requisite People laugh at my antics Fire to cauterize my wounds I look at my unfamiliar self Peeling off the mask is a ritual No one must see the pain Few care to know the source I look at your piercing eyes The one who forces my smile A chest to cry against Bedside table to rest the mask I look at the hole you left Suturing the mask back on Practicing the facetious art Forever being the jester
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
Mask
I look at the mirror in the morning The reflection is hideous to me It makes my stomach churn And so I put on my mask I look like a Harlequin Filling the role is requisite People laugh at my antics Fire to cauterize my wounds I look at my unfamiliar self Peeling off the mask is a ritual No one must see the pain Few care to know the source I look at your piercing eyes The one who forces my smile A chest to cry against Bedside table to rest the mask I look at the hole you left Suturing the mask back on Practicing the facetious art Forever being the jester
MikeZimmerman
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
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