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Chapter 8 - Mask

Sorry,

No, I was wrong,

Did I really do that?

I was sitting in my room.

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Twist the truth,

I'm the noose,

Our bodies dangling above,

Mind tricking an alternate reality.

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Tease the brain,

The focal point of your traits,

Appease those that won't brush your tricks away,

As their pity melts your fake pain.

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Two sides hold every story,

A third is present in between,

Only fools are fooled,

Peel off the face latex as it will prove all.

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Like an irritated thumb sore,

Comes and goes as pleased,

Your jesters don't abide by me,

Only I can see through the mark.

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Patched up the wounds,

Refused being your victim and attacked,

A fake reconciliation is your date,

Your motto is the same; never changed.

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I am done,

You've turned into a toe corn,

Popping up every now and again,

But your artful-proof mask is crumbling down.

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You're the only fool shaded through this poem,

I am the writer, not an observer,

The one that holds the final paper;

No mask conceals my truth.