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straight up ugly

 
look, Iím tired of the mask
tired of pretending Iím good
when life is kicking my ass
shying away from over bright lights
slipping into shadowy corners
just hoping no one will notice
tell me about you and how youíve been
but donít ask any questions
I have no skill at lying
rather than answer, Iíll evade
Iíll turn it back to you or Iíll hide
my demons been keeping me up nights
poking at scar tissue with dull-edged knives
and my eyes feel fringed with lashes of lead
each salty drop adds to the weight
any illumination found is too bright
too deep for my insomnia addled mind
when morning comes, I havenít even been to bed
pacing the corners and along every edge
waiting for the floor to crack and drop me
out of this nightmare that lately haunts me
so, no
Iím done smiling pretty for the crowd
ugly has the stage now
demanding a voice
I guess I'll just ride it out



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