Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

Masks

Oh, the masks we wear
To tell no tales
Of who we are
In these pits of hell.
The times will show
As the masks do crack
And show us who
Has our back.
In times gone by
I’d sit and cry,
But now I wait
With a pit of hate
That wells within
But not for you
Just for the things
That you often do.

So I stare out the window
And wonder why
So many souls
Have to lie.
And who’s to count
The things you do
When they’re only
Supposed to hurt you?

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