Anyone could see I'm at my worst station
Bound to bitterness and hate – like a mason
Or a blacksmith cutting away all the ore
Upending my tolerance – there before
The grief and pain shoves me like tides on a shore
Why do you think anything could be wrong
How much I try to show you that I am strong
And nothing's wrong behind my blank eyes
The neutral face, so I can be safe inside
Safe – what does it signify anymore?
Unless you hide, shroud yourself and close the door
Nothing stops them from hurting you again
Don't you see – the mask is my salvation when
Everyone I thought loved me turns away
Renders me lonely – my heart wants to decay
Not wishing to go to rot, I endured
Ever since, my mask, a part of my allure
Ascends me to my throne so I don't melt
The mask ensures I'm coldhearted, not myself
How they would hurt me knowing who I was
Maybe it's an icy life for me, because
You don't have an ache for love till it's gone
My life now is to serve myself, carry on
And though this is an impossible task
Someday I hope someone sees my lowly caste
Kisses my cold cheek, gets courage to ask
(218 words)
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The Butterfly Book
PoetryA compilation of all my poems, put into one book for easier access.
