Mask of Your Lies
never look down
just close your eyes
you know nothing matters.
through the mask of your lies.
are you a robot?
a corpse,
or a shell?
then how do you know?
how to act alive so well?
"I've practiced since a young age."
perfections what matters.
not the heart or the soul.
which you knew were in tatters.
This poem is about:
Me