There is a crack in a mask.
Little lines up the side with a
piece missing. 'What piece' you ask?
It doesn't matter.
An imperfection is not something
to admire, something to flatter.
Perfection is perfect. It is all
anyone desires. A crack can mean
the whole thing will fall.
That crack can leave it isolated.
It becomes something
fragile, something hated.
In most cases there is no glue
to put the mask back together;
the mask that was made for you.
(Written: 12/19/19)
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Poems & Short Stories
RandomAs the title says, this is a book of some of my amateur poetry and writing. Each chapter will either be a poem or a small, short story. Most of it's really bad so I hope you don't cringe if you read it.
