Mask and Miscalculation
The mask--
I donned it willingly
knowing full well the consequences
the sacrifices required
Yet somehow
miscalculating the placidity
of my own soul
After years of practice
I think I wear it well--
that frozen smile
But inside I
languish beneath the mask
drumming fists against
the rigid facade
Pining for a
few unfettered steps
outside the glare of
the magnifying glass
The choice I made
this visage I wear
weigh heavy on my soul
how long I can bear it
I do not know
I donned it willingly
knowing full well the consequences
the sacrifices required
Yet somehow
miscalculating the placidity
of my own soul
After years of practice
I think I wear it well--
that frozen smile
But inside I
languish beneath the mask
drumming fists against
the rigid facade
Pining for a
few unfettered steps
outside the glare of
the magnifying glass
The choice I made
this visage I wear
weigh heavy on my soul
how long I can bear it
I do not know
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