This Poetry is Bad; Pasta is Good.

If this poetry was handed out like Halloween sweets it would be those sweets that are actually hardcore drugs that will kill you in three days.


1. Mask


A fake smile
The mask we wear in our performance to society
We lie upon our stage that is the earth
Our mask hides the lies
On the mask our face seems joyous
Behind the mask our face seems scared

On stage there is light
There is sound and music
All is bright
Backstage there is pain
There is crying and fear
All is dark 

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