A Fools Mask


O shame,
To carry much pity
that you have lived a life
that was not pretty
Paint a picture in your head
eveyday before bed
Reminding of what you done
O' sorrow has just begun
All your weeping and willow
lay in a silent despair
on the pillow
Yet to not notice
the self of ones own
to be here but,
tommorow gone
remove of what eyes can't see
To only discover the fool
was me...

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Everyday people insist on the cover-up method but not so.The truth will catch up with you later...