Genre: Rhyme, People, Life
by DHERIC Da Poet
Other times you just can’t state the state of your mask.
We put on new faces
When new phases appear.
Our smiles alone
Could take the sorrow off one’s tear.
Deep down, our souls yearn for joy.
Regretting what our past once destroyed.
Other times, not;
We change the masks so quickly, we forget who we really are.
Our faces become new to us.
Our purpose eludes us: Our path becomes strange.
That’s the point we start believing our own lies.
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