A poem about feelings masked behind the necessary pleasantries of social convention.
I see it you know…
Your macabre intent
Lies beneath
A thin, cracked surface
Smiling lips
Dead eyes
Your selfishness boils
Bubbles of deceit
Blisters and potholes
Your soul is cold
Condesation forms
On decaying moss
On a crooked window ledge
Overseeing a toxic orange pond.
I joke
You grin
I cringe within
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