masks

on the other side

are the people who really exist

the cruel ones

the cold ones

the sadists

the *********

the whiners

the liars

the manipulators

but we live on this side

the side of faces

and that’s all we see

a face,

that can be

whatever a person

wants it to

be

the hero,

the god,

the winner,

the leader,

the helpful one,

the thoughtful one,

the generous,

the forgiving

are all just an illusion of

the ignorant,

the hateful,

and

the weak.

this side of reality,

is a terrible one,

where nothing is real

and yet

it is the only thing

tangible

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