I feel you tugging on the mask
Your grip equals my resistance
To concealing my existence
Don’t listen to my eyes
They lie
I feel you dredging up the past
Sifting fallacies from honesty
My blunders are your pleasure
Troubles I do treasure
Don’t look into my soul
It’s old
I feel your tiny shovel words
Digging deeply and discreetly
I see your mask is custom fit
Perhaps you truly will outwit
Take it off, go ahead
You go first
Come join us for Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub 3 p.m. EST.
We are exploring the idea of masks, psychological or metaphorical.
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