The Fake Mask Of HappinessWe are always told to be happyThe Fake Mask Of Happiness11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We are always told to smile
But what if inside you feel shit?
You'd be living your life in denile
What if your heart is breaking?
What if your soul was gone?
Could you live your life knowing this lie?
When you feel that you can't go on
So next time someone tells you to smile
And you don't feel like smiling inside
Tell them to stick that smile up their ass
And come out of your self, do not hide
Don't wear that fake mask of happiness
Be true to yourself and be free
And if the world can't handle the real you
Screw them! You're brilliant to me!
My Last VerseDid you know my son?My Last Verse11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He went insane writing poetry.
Now his words are muted,
and are only written in verse.
He wrote how delightful
the idea of love was.
How the bee sang past his ear,
and how flowers had stolen his gaze.
Writing of colors?
That is mad, simply mad I tell you!
How can you see a blackened door
through a group of letters arranged in some manner?
A blackened door he said!
Why would a door be painted black?
On his latest passages,
he wrote how disturbing life was becoming.
How paradise seemed once upon a time.
How the air moves the wrong direction.
Wich direction is the right one for the air to move?
Nonesens I say!
I remember his last verse,
how he longed for romance
How he felt on every evening
about a loss on a cross he never dealt.
I put an end to him
Romance?Are you silly?
Romance will never rise up from the grave, no,
not in this modern age.
Even if it did my son,
why would it go back to you?
Have you seen my son?
he went insane writing poe