Once I thought I knew myself
It was, whence I made my first mask
The mirror-image, I knew well
But it was just a shell at last
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So many I pretend to be
An Actor, playing many parts
Underneath, what is this “me”?
My heart, so different, from "their" hearts
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Raven, come and answer this
Don’t you know, old questions art?
Who am I? Am I amiss?
Never more felt I unchart
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Masks and masks lay stacked up high
This Pile of lies, I leave behind
Not understood, will I so die?
I fear, to live life undefined
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As seeker will I therefore go
In search of answers unmet
Wandering, mind high and low
My genes, what gift of life's roulette
About the Creator
竜鶴
Just a lonely person who writes out feelings, thoughts and dreams to get them out. Could talking ever suffice for a poetic mind?
Maybe others find themselves in similar thoughts. To you I reach out.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl6 days ago in Fiction
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