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Post by sitohruharuno on Nov 2, 2014 16:04:17 GMT -5
Your mouth is a canvas
You rise each day
To take out the brushes
And hide the hurt
Replace it with a steady grin
Your eyes, too
Are painted over,
Lines of worry
Carefully stroked away,
Such professional paint;
Never to crack
Or fade, not until
You are all alone
And you peel it off
SL O W L Y
As if you think
The mask could trick you, too
Into thinking that
You are happy
You hide behind
Your booming voice
Covering your qavering emotion
With words
That joke and laugh
Slipping carefree
But at home
You let those slip
S L O W L Y
Acknowledging in silence
That the image you cast
Is not how you feel
Your whole life;
Set on an easel
To be shifted
By the patient strokes
You've made to your character
And your deceptive face
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