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Eric Jun 2015
I am a prisoner of the mind
Look deep in my eyes
I wear a smile
As my only disguise
Racing thoughts
Of the truth, and the lies
Trying to keep them together
Before they become my demise
Only time my mind rests
Lose my thoughts in music, my art
Depression: till death do us part
I am The Funny Man

I'm here to make you laugh

I'm the clown behind the sentence

It's the one disguise I have


I am The Funny Man

I'm on at your request

The keyboard spreads my message

I'll try to do my best


I don't know who I am though

Am I funny or sedate

By the time I find the answer

It may just be too late


I am The Funny Man

On strings that you control

I am your funny puppet

Being funny makes me whole


I am The Funny Man

Dancing at top speed

I live to hear the laughter

It"s the laughter that i need


I don't know who I am though

Am I funny or sedate

By the time I find the answer

It may just be too late


I am The Funny Man

I crave to be on top

I don't know how exactly

To make the funny stop


I am The Funny Man

Yes, that's just who I am

Half clown and half man

And you don't give a ****..


I don't know who I am though

Am I funny or sedate

By the time I find the answer

It may just be too late
I can't look at your eyes
I don't know where your mind is
But it's not behind your eyes
It takes a master of lies
To make sense of your disguise
Behind those blank
sullen eyes
oh my stars May 2015
There is a certain comfort in anonymity,
The ability to disguise ourselves as no-one.
But this disguise becomes too real,
Reality and fantasy reverse:
We are no-one,
Our disguise is now the person
We once were.
There is no desperation in regaining our
Identity.
Are we too scared to be someone? To have meaning?
Willingly we discard our existence and
Replace it with nothing.
We are nothing.
Nothing.
Mariana Garcia May 2015
She was a master of disguse,

She always kept a smile on her face, no matter what happened,

She always laughed when someone made a joke,

All of this during the day, people so blind,

Not knowing what she does at night,

Cries herself to sleep, wears sweaters everyday to hide her ugly marks,

Looks in the mirror and the demons inside her head chant, "fat, ugly, useless, stupid, die" over and over again,

She falls asleep to be in nightmares throughout the night,

Still she wakes up puts on her mask and goes to school and pretends her life is wonderful
Rhianecdote May 2015
When I see you
          I still get butterflies
          And not in a good sense
            Not like the beginning
          Now they're rotting
      Festering deep within
  Desperate to escape
Like mental patients
From the asylum
   Consigned under false pretence
           Cause there's no love here
                          
                           **Just fear
Ben Walker May 2015
We all think we're sane
Until the madness arises
Then we feel the pain
And we remove our disguises
Amitav Radiance May 2015
When everything’s disguised
It becomes an arduous task
Defining reality through veneer
One does not know the reality
Which appearance to believe
Mirrored are the duplicity
One sees the fabricated image
Disguised we become to ourselves
Till it becomes a reality, we live with
Dee Bach Apr 2015
You may have torn me apart
Undressed me
For all your pleasure
Sang me a lullaby
To get your way
You are a devil in disguise.
Spewing lies as a natural language
The language of deceitful, cunning lies

The hell you put inside of me
I want out
But you don’t have the key do you
I’m trapped within myself
So you’re not the devil are you?
But the devils help.
The only devil lives with me,
Everyday.  **And you don’t even know.
Samuel Alexander Apr 2015
Confusion has taken up residence within my mind of late,
An uncertainty, certainly,
Like a crossroads with no signpost,
I'm unsure of where to go,
Where I'm going,
...once, going twice and gone to the gentleman in the tan suit flanked by white-clad orderlies,
Gone with the wind,
My life is a mosaic of mistakes,
Beautiful for some to behold, but broken none the less,
My heart hasn't skipped a beat but I've skipped my last few appointments,
I'm addicted to shortcuts leading nowhere fast,
Getting ahead at lagging behind,
I'm... Afraid.

Too much empty space and yet no room to think,
I'm howling but you wouldn't hear a sound if you cared enough to listen,
Nor see a ripple upon the surface of the lake you used to swim in,
You see what you have to see,
What I have to show you,
You see a constantly constructed façade of smiles, of laughter,
Of everything that constitutes being "okay"
You don't see the jagged edges,
My hands are torn and ****** from holding it in place,
Still, scratched palms are nothing to keep you in the dark,
Or rather, out of it,
I suffer this alone, I endure this alone,
I stand alone
...and I fall alone,
And as I meet the ground, I fragment,
To once again piece myself together,
I wonder when the cracks will show...
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