Often I sit and wonder
why we all act so peculiar.
Playing games with people's emotions
when in truth we should question
our motives for our lies
are they linked to failed tries?
Must we fear trust so much
that we use facades as a crutch.
Using masks to hide behind
so that others can't see
but it is us who are blind
to our own inner plea
a cry to be loved as we are
and not to be hidden away.
Leave that dressing room ajar
give the real you a chance to stay.
2 comments:
Too close for comfort.
i love your poems. they are written very cleverly and usually contain feelings that are so familiar it is impossible to read them without feelings as though you're looking into my soul as you write.
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