Toothiest Mask

Teeth are seen first.

Smiles all around.

Disdain within.

Keeps me planted to the gound.

 

Seeing everyone.

So many sheep.

Hate keeping quiet.

Never a peep.

 

Can't speak out.

Too beaten down.

Only causes friction.

Only teeth, never frown.

 

I want everyone to know.

It's something I need to scream, to tell.

But there is never anyone listening.

Please help me, I am in Hell.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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