Porcelain is my face as I walk down this path
Wrapped up is my true self for within is a deep wrath
To all the ones who hurt me and lead good attentions astray
There's a fire burning behind every smile
These eyes twinkle, but within they stare with guile
They know your words they see the lies and you can't cover them up
You hide behind your pride, but apologies I won't usurp
I'm done playing nice, it's time to show the paradox that is my skies
The sun sets, the moon is full, the night has arrived
Sharp becomes thy tongue, no sharper then my gaze
That pierces your soul, you can't guess my intentions, my mind is a maze
You display your masks now it's time I show mines
Victory is sweet, but revenge is better then wine
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
