White Washed World

It’s all falling apart, smiles, masks, fake laughs.

I think it’s damaged; me, it, us, the world.

It’s all been white washed, distorted, removed,

going through the motion, miming, & mimicking.

We’re all puppets, hollow and dumb; Numb.

Hit me, break me, try to deface me.

If I can’t feel, am I dead? Am I real?

Cut me, does my blood flow? Is it dried up? Am I used up?

Shriveled and shrunk, red-brown gunk.

Falling apart, look inside, there’s nothing there.

And I try to breathe, try to see, but blind eyes blur.

It’s a white washed world, it’s broken, in the eyes of the damaged.