Your Mask

Play it so cool
In your rolled up jeans
And pink t-shirt.
Confident stride
soaked in cowardice.
Smiles for the pretty girl
on your arm,
But you’re only true love
is for yourself.
Pose for the cameras
and play for the crowd,
Return to your sanctum now
and blur the lines of reality.
Cry to your sister,
You’re mother,
Your friends.
Cry out your surreal pains,
When there’s no one left
to save you,
May you find solace in yourself.

©Y.E.S 2013

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