「PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE WE FORGOT WHO WE WERE」

Oh, the masks we wear,
The truths we hide,
The secrets we keep,
To fuel our pride.

I told you once,
I warned you thrice.
I said that trust,
Shall be your demise.

For the heart is but,
A brittle flower.
You sip on the nectar,
Of desire.

Oh, we mourn those,
Who have loved and lost,
This precious bloom,
At another's cost.

For faith is what fosters love.
And who can live an amourless life?
This barren heart was your own doing,
Now a helpless victim of this strife.

Trust makes you weak and vulnerable
I'd rather be brutally cynical,
To every sob story that,
Attempts to enter my hardened skull.

Oh, the masks we wear,
The times we lie.
The wounds we fester,
The times we die.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

An update after so long, I know right? Well this poem is based on the crucial attribute of being cynical. Sometimes trusting leads you wonderful places, but other times it leads you into a ditch of your own despair. The masks people wear are basically disguises to veil their true intentions. Only those fooled by such psuedo peace treaties face a fate I do not wish upon anyone. Your words can be turned into necklaces that you find tightening around your neck. Be careful of who you trust, people.