4 Masks

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Porcelain

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Your fingers used to form the clay
You’ve added pieces to it every day
With word or glance you press into place
Molding this façade over my face
Those fingers used to touch my skin
Now all they touch is the porcelain
Your sighs and murmurs are colors mute
Vivid ones used when you’re a brute
Upon my visage these colors you brush
While the person beneath you slowly crush

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2.

Deep Sea Diver’s

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I don’t understand why you want me this way
Why you feel you must change me every day
And now you don’t like what I am
You say I’ve changed
I’m not the same man
You say it’s my fault
That I’m to blame
And now I must hide my face out of shame
I try to cry but my tears trapped inside
I’m just so tired of having to hide
It’s to the point I don’t know my own touch
I’ve become numb I wear it so much
Now it’s so thick my voice can’t be heard
Which I think is the way you’ve always preferred

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3.

of the Warrior

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Fuck you if you don’t want to see me for real
Fuck you for invalidating what I feel
This is what you want?
A mask on my face?
Everything I was you want to erase?
I’ll be damned if I let you make this alone
I’ll just add some clay of my own
Make sure nothing of me can get thru
Not that you’d care if I ever do
I don’t care anymore
Fuck all this shit
I’m to the point where I’m over it

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4.

for sale

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All that is left of me
Is the mask that you see
Where you see a face
I see only disgrace
I let myself become
Something def and dumb
Nothing left inside
No one left to hide
The deed is done
I am gone

 

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