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Linux Oct 2019
i am not a police
but i live in a crime scene.

every single day
i watch how my friends
turn into murderers,
as their lies flaunt into knives
and stab down the deep trench
inside my chest.  

every single hour
i watch how my friends
cloak into robbers,
as they steal my time
and take my efforts
for granted.  

every single minute
i watch how my friends
jell into rapists,
as they forcely push me
into the things i don't
and i'll never really want.  

every single second
i watch how my friends
whirls into demons,
as they drag me into their hell,
and frame me up
afterwards.  

i live in a crime scene
i'm not the police
because i'm always the victim
Ririin咲く花 Feb 2019
beneath the mask
is a hiding beauty
showing weakness and fear
shrinking love, undevotedly

holding onto something never exist
showing fake smiles forcely
to everyone around unfree
presenting sincere and generosity

filled with gorgeous things outside
while emptiness inside
and the shadow hiding
will soon be revealed beneath the mask

— The End —