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A Dark Masquerade

We screen our likeness from even ourselves

Because truth is painful

And lies are so easy.

We all play our parts to perfection

with elaborate costumes and masks

made up of our lies

to camouflage our weaknesses.

~

We’ve forgotten our true selves

behind so many beautiful things

that we don’t want to even think about

what’s now lurking underneath.

~

Take off your mask and I’ll remove mine.

What’s behind your charming visage

of a grinning, benevolent beast?

What’s underneath your character?

What’s behind my façade?

~

But try as we may

our masks stay on.

And mirrors reflect nothing

but elegant lies,

cleverly hidden

behind laughing eyes.

(revision of an earlier poem)

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Consume this

I’ve been brainwashed since I escaped the fleshy prison that created me

Given a label, given a name, given a number.

Given things. Endlessly.

I need so much and I need it now

Feed me drugs to control my overstimulated brain

Catch my attention before I lose it

Turn the boring into the Hollywood

Overcompensate your total lack of substance

with glitter, celebrities, fancy cars, sex, drugs

Things I’ll never have, never experience

But make me want it. Make me think I need it.

Pump music into my head all day long

Give me all new state-of-the-art noise canceling headphones

So I can drown you out, cut you off

Attempt to separate myself from how you see, how you use, my generation

We’ve fallen behind in so many ways

You tell us we’re damaged in so many ways

You never let us forget that we have more than you ever had

But we don’t appreciate it, take it for granted

We’re troubled, we’re angsty, we’re angry

But don’t worry, there’s drugs for that

There’s rehab for us

There’s anti-stress creams, Kabbalah,  MTV.

Maybe, just maybe

We cut ourselves off because we can’t stand the noise anymore

We’ve figured out how used we are

You wanna sell me something?

Bottle up some sincerity.

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Maybe we need so much because our world is so empty.

“i loved everything about you that hurts so let me see your moves”

scrape off this black scar

you didn’t brand it in

perhaps no one did

no

someone did

I won’t let them say it’s me any longer

it’s them not me

but I used to believe them so maybe it was me

maybe I am the girl that’s good enough to sleep with

but never good enough to date

too damaged to love but

still appealing enough to share a night

or just an hour

maybe it was me branding myself

holding a smoldering stick of cancer to my wrist

maybe it’s everyone

except you

not you

never you

you’ve put up a charred facade

is it easier

did it hurt

where’s the zipper

take it off

throw it on my floor

next to your clothes

you won’t

you want everyone to believe that’s all there is

but I can still see a fissure of red

you can’t convince me that it’s all black

I see the red

and that red belongs to me

even if only for a moment it’s enough

but if you want

if you could

you can have my scar

to patch your seam

and I’ll be pure red

and you’ll be pure black

then maybe we’ll be

completely

naked