Door Painted on a Brick Wall


I close my eyes and exhale all the pain I'm feeling
Because if I revealed what I was fearing,
I would lose what makes life appealing;
The only thing that keeps me living.

Let me play this game until see God,
Until I grow tired and throw it all away.
This poor character, living in a facade-
Nothing more than a tiring cliche.

Take my mask and shove it in my face,
Trade it and steal my dignity for another day.
Drag and toss me out of place
While you tell me I'm okay.

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