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Their masks of shame
It’s funny how,
When sadness hits YOU
People tend to come closer like a pack of wolves,
Just investigating the corpse.
With masks, masks of sympathy,
Yet YOU know..
It is masks of apathy.
They seek for your flaws
Snatching at your crippling thoughts.
Calling out every inch,
Every pinch.
They’ve wanted you to fail.
Admiring your pain,
Just staring at your face of shame.
They give you advice,
Tongue in cheek.
Telling everyone in their clique.
Oh, how they’ve known.
Oh, how they’ve shown.
Their masks of shame.
When sadness hits YOU
People tend to come closer like a pack of wolves,
Just investigating the corpse.
With masks, masks of sympathy,
Yet YOU know..
It is masks of apathy.
They seek for your flaws
Snatching at your crippling thoughts.
Calling out every inch,
Every pinch.
They’ve wanted you to fail.
Admiring your pain,
Just staring at your face of shame.
They give you advice,
Tongue in cheek.
Telling everyone in their clique.
Oh, how they’ve known.
Oh, how they’ve shown.
Their masks of shame.
Published 2nd Sep 2013
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