I fear this world,
their opinions.
What they make
of my actions,
what they make of me.
I fear this world,
their imposition.
What they make me do,
what they make me into.
I walk in broad daylight today,
a soulless body, made out of a mould.
I rot in the darkness tonight,
a lifeless stench, covered in mold.
The only way out?
A mask.
Where they wouldn't
know it's me.
I wear a mask,
so I'd know it's me.
Funny thing, this mask.
It conceals my facade beneath.
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