• bruised_ink 38w

    Tired

    It's always there
    The tendency to please
    To subjugate yourself
    To constant approval seek

    The desire to reach
    Into others' hearts
    A task so demanding
    Fit for high class, aristocrats

    Always been condemning
    Such false behaviours
    Yet smiles plastered
    And small talk mastered
    An unwanted tradecraft

    Disproved yet demanding
    Skills needed to foster
    In this facade of a world
    I am attaining, unknowingly
    The true mask of humanity
    A burden unfurled.
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