Wear this mask over your face.
Be sure to hide your feelings displaced.
I’m jaded, snide, and too emotional
because I cry.
Getting good at sealing your fate.
The man in the machine says
hurry up, now wait.
And all of the things I create,
my next mistake.
Sin against nature.
I can’t much stand you’re hatred.
Distorted worldly views.
I really hate, me.
They fuel the ego.
Thinking we won’t know,
but when decay sets in they win
again and again.
Shatter the mirror,
because I’m seeing clearer.
Judge me please.
Do my scars not appease you?
Is this making sense?
I feel you’re growing tense.
Is my honesty creating discomfort?
I really hope so.
