Facades
It’s the facade at the end of the day
which pulls you apart and puts you in dismay.
A life full of pain and disdain
Leaves us with nothing; which we had ever attained.
Full of fear and lack of joy
A cloud of grief, our masks our decoy.
Captivated by fear and shunned by grief,
Trapped by guilt and defeated from within.
Our conscience playing tricks and replaying our mishaps
Nightmare it is, but without an escape.
Trapped we are, within our crooked thoughts
Prisoners we are, of the dismay we ever brought.
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