Poem #27

Poem # 27

I lift my pen

I place it down

I look at you, you’re not around

The pain of this is hard to bare

I know that you all just kind of stare

For the troubles I’ve seen

Are few between

 

Insecure I know you are

Fighting the person you have been far

A mask you wear

 

This mask is gold

Of silver too

For the price you wear is far beyond you

Though through the years the varnish fades

And all our past has turn to grays

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