Long nights with out sleep
Tossing and turning
Floating through the hours
Gazing into the abyss
Voiceless faces stare back With looks of pity
As dawn draws near
I adorn my mask of insanity
Forged from lies of contentment
To hide what truly resides within
Through the progression of the day
I feel the mask begin to crack
And fear the worst
As you begin to see inside
Covering up the faults
With feeble excuses
And when dusk nears
I begin fabricating a new masK
Each one weaker than the last
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