Aug 2020
Saving face
With a mask of lies,
Avoiding rainy puddles
And radiant glass,
Because my reflection
Might not show.
******* blood
From the wounds
Of tiny truths,
And lying
To justify the damage,
I persist with life.
With a mask of lies,
Avoiding rainy puddles
And radiant glass,
Because my reflection
Might not show.
******* blood
From the wounds
Of tiny truths,
And lying
To justify the damage,
I persist with life.
I know my poetry isn’t great, well not as great as one of my friend’s poetry. I never shared my poetry with him because I didn’t want him to look down on me. Kinda sad, my only writer friend is so much better than me that I’m afraid to tell him I write too.
(18/M/Does it matter?)
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