A pessimistic view

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I was born a human That’s what I was, Am, And will always be. My feet walk this Earth The seasons change I continue to age Every day. A spoon to my mouth I eat Digest.
I see them staring back at me, their eyes piercing me with their discontent. My mind reaches forward towards them, like a lost spectre. Their heads pivot away, and I watch them slowly walk.  
I used to be an optimist of old who sang laughed clapped and taught doubters her many high ways. Now I am an optimist of shackles, weighed and bore down by tears
A place where many put on masks Fake identities that cover their truths The masks of defense The masks of attraction The masks of ludicrous The masks of intelligence The masks of comedians
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