Facade

Facade short poem

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New beginnings and cries,
The hatred and unbound lies,
Incandescent retorts that menace,
And preys on my existence.

Who would say, this creature,
Once exuded exuberance?
Will you ever give,
Perhaps a second glance?

This heart will ache,
Tears will be shed,
Guilt will be fed,
Till the very end.

Ravenous silhouettes slither,
Emerging from the darkness,
Into this spiraling madness,
To caress my flesh hither,
And devour the latter.

Like the wick of a candle,
In this wicked world,
Burning the threads of conceit,
Igniting the fiery contempt,
Within me.

It gives you pleasure,
Doesn’t it?
To see my blemished face,
Estranged from embrace.

“Hide away the ugly,
Put on a facade.
Fake a smile,
Bear it all”,
Till it becomes your call.

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Crazy, introverted, shy and inquisitive! Has a passion towards coding, and loves animated movies :PI'm 15 and a half, if you wanted to know my age
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