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Misshapen

Nearly twenty years now
I’ve had to strap a piece of plastic to my face
Never truly stooping low
Incapable of compassion for the disgraced
 
Such a mask damages
It’s torn apart my chances to truly reach out
These selfish images
They’ve gotten me to be abandoned and left out
 
Play me a song of healing
Because my face has grown sore
From this pointless attempt to
Show something it wasn’t made for
 
Looking back I now realize
I had tried too hard to hide
My face has become misshapen
From the risks I’ve taken
 
With ten or so more years to go
I would hope that my face heals in time
But what is there left to show
When I’ve wasted it all on lies?
 
Distortion becomes clear
My face no longer recognized
It’s become something new
With no trace of truthful eyes
 
Whether I heal or whether I fade
I don’t feel like it matters these days

Inspired by the music of "Criticism and Self-Realization" by All That Remains.

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