Society

Mask one, mask  two,

I'll put them on for you.

 

Mask three, Mask four,

Its not me, but the masks whom you adore.

 

Mask five, mask six,

You only want the silent smile, the easy fix,

But I'm rotting inside, I'm horribly sick.

 

Mask seven, mask eight,

You didn’t care then and now its too late,

 You've predestined my tragic fate.

 

Mask nine, mask ten

With my finger on the trigger,

The final, desperate, attempt to make things better again.

 

The masks are gone, as am I.

Because no one could see

The girl withering underneath.

How long will it take before your masks shed away,

And the mirror reveals that you're a corpse in decay?

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