encouraging punches

soon the hand woven threads of time

will reduce to blackened memories

and the kindly punches

won't stop the final crows calls from

breaking

and when they all find me hating their souls

their attacks won't stop

the fucking demons taunting me

as if there is no pride in what i have

in the simplistic purity

of the passion i killed for.

if only they saw me as an actor.

noticed my routine movements

and the actor's tears so easily come

a mask tightly fitted over my scars

and oh i hate your words

the twisted ways you think you know me

is there something they think is amusing about the loneliness they caused

someday they'll become actors and know

the tricks of staying silent

being "okay"

too gullible

human senses weak enough to believe anything

to approve of the smiles

and nods and anxious need to go

tick the box

don't look deeper

there's no reason to think of any other perspective

but the ones made for you

the actor wins once again

too easily to know another way

no second guessing

the heart gone numb of any light

clouded enough to follow

no longer are you welcome within my mind

as you do not desire happiness,

only an empty heartless agreement.

No.

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Fin.