PhilosopherStoned

I’m tired of putting up a front

miss sunny disposition

a smile in the face

accompanied by a contagious laugh

nothing but a mask, and beneath, a sad gaze

I have entered a no-way-out maze I, myself, made

admittedly, I’m too stupid to even remember my way

back to the reality I’ve tried so hard to hide

behind the disguise of a beautiful life

nevertheless fake, one big lie.

and now’s too late to realize

my pretense, unmistakably, was a mistake

a dark deed not even I could unmake

realizing too, and again, too late

I’m in the face of destruction I, myself, did create

I’m tired of putting up a front

and my mask suffocates me, I can breathe no more

but to remove my guise makes me vulnerable

all my weaknesses exposed, like burnt skin unprotected

now all I have are these options

make the borrowed face my own,

abandon old self to the dark recesses

of my personal history to, there, meet it’s death

or throw away the artificial face I wore

to face the world naked and uncovered

to soon enough meet

that which choosing the other path I would still have met

two roads then to one end