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Dark Delusion Aug 2016
Covering up our mistakes with excuses.
Always judging.
Never perfection.

Covering up our bruises with clothes.
Always hiding.
Never smiling.

This life…
Doesn't seem so bad?
Will you ever know me?
Will you ever know my feelings?

Our faces is covered.
Covered the same.
Never shown others
That…
We All Wear Masks.
bugsy Aug 2016
He had blue skin
And so did she
She kept it hid
And so did he
They searched for blue
There whole life through
Then passed right by
And never knew
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Graff1980 Aug 2016
I saw her put a strange face on
same tint as her old skin
but so much harder
made to display fake affections
guarding her against
false friends
and dangerous heart intruders.

Her skin became plaster.
With each betrayal her heart hardened
as did her skin, flaking and brittling.
Till, angry and trembling
I saw it splinter and splatter
sprinkling sparkly brain matter
on the floor all around her.

Thus, the face that remained
was left disfigured and stained
a permanent portrait of the pain
she had been struggling against.
SøułSurvivør May 2016
two masks made
two masks sent
t'was a very strange event
one was clay
broken and rent
the other
rebar and cement

the concrete gave
a passing stare
had it's nose up in the air
the clay had runnels
lines of care
it was no longer
smooth and fair

yes
the clay had lines
and runnels deep
from the tears
which it did weep

the Hand which made both
tried the hearts
the concrete face
staid its cold art
the mask of clay
shattered apart

the concrete looked on
in destain
she would never feel pain

gently, gently
the great Hand tended
the cracked restored
and quietly
mended

what had been
weak clay and mesh
was renewed
and made
flesh

concrete had smiled
was now made small
for she saw
the
wrecking ball


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/16/2016
God resists the proud
but gives grace to the humble

Thank you my friends for your warm welcome back
I still can't be on site as much as I'd like
but will be here when I can

-
Kyle Holbrook Apr 2016
I try to compensate with smiles so people won't find
That I cage up a monster with a mask of lies,
I make slits on my wrist so that it can fly,
Leaving me alone to bleed and cry,

Alone as I've been for  all these years,
Isolated on an island of tears
Having to fight through my darkest fears
You won't  reach out to me and nobody hears

All the screams that I make in the black of night,
I cry out in pain cuz I'm losing this fight
With myself, there's no help
For people like me
Except a bottle of pills that's supposed to treat

The symptoms of monsters we bury inside
Locked behind a mask of lies,
The pills take the monsters and leave us bone dry
With nothing...not monsters, or tears left to cry.
Proxii May 2016
You don’t know me .
Our masks are chipped but unbroken.
Lauren Wood Apr 2016
Ive been pondering too much lately on what it takes to live

For i've never been truly happy but I give all I can give

I'd rather sit here behind my screen and tell you it’s ok

While inside i'm crumbling and thinking that it's over or at least it will be soon

I insist upon hope for tomorrow, but I still cut my wrists

I’m a liar, a hypocritical fraud, but I hope you listen to my words and believe the part that’s true

Because death isn't the answer, at least, not for you

And while i'm struggling to find myself and trying to stay alive, the thing that gives me purpose is helping you decide

To see the hope and see the light and I watch your angel eyes

As you turn back to heaven while I stifle my desperate cries
I hope you take this to heart friends...
ylruceiram Apr 2016
Walking on this cruel world
One cannot be bold
Fake truths are hidden
Real lies are flaunted

Authentics are hardly  distinguished from synthetics
True ones are mingled with the sinners
Pure ones are tainted with the abominations

Masks flew from one face to the other
Hiding from one problem to the other
When will we stop?
*When will this end?
People just acting like people.
Ilyria Phelix Mar 2016
I wear a mask to run this charade
To make it seem like I have not yet decayed
Under all my own thoughts and all my self-hatred
Under the harsh image that I have created

I make it seem like I don’t have a care
My true thoughts muted by this mask that I wear
It may seem like I have it all held together
But darling, let me tell you
I am a nightmare
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