cry tears of shame
he whips into shape
the back of shallow
wishes never meant
face scourged
and rent in fury
violence unbeknownst
to the outside
I’m just a face
to the outside
I forget my place
with long sleeves
an black apron
I descend into the valley
blend in with you
laughing in feigned joy
hey
if only you knew
Recovering My Mind: Poetry and Rock Music 
I really like the tone of this piece. Well done!
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Thanks!
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It can be exhausting putting on an act, I do it too but probably to a lesser extent.
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It is. I know I look uncomfortably out of place, but sometimes I just have to give up and be weird for a few.
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