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masks

all my life

i've been preparing faces

to meet the faces that

i've met

 

friends

family

the man who delivers newspapers

at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes

as they tossed their heads from side to side

in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance

a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

 

i've acknowledged their staunch morals

and tried to make them my own

as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress

and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

 

all my life, i've been trying hard

to blend in

with people who've shown me

that i don't belong with them

 

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears

i have only my bed and pillow to share

i've learnt that my sadness

is my very own

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Written by
yoursadgirl
21 / F
Published
Sep 5, 2018
Lines·Words
24·132
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just a sad girl writing to survive

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#sadness#sad#depressed#poetry#eliot#newbie
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