I disguise my emotions with pride.
It's my costume, my mask.
It makes my darkest demons seem like innocent angels.

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Written on 2016-10-08 at 01:14

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We're the same you and I

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Pride does that. It destroys appropriate inhibitions. Well described.

Kathy Lockhart
oh, yes. Sometimes, often times, we must to get by in this world. Especially, we poets.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
It's all we can do isn't it? Or give in to them. I like this poem.
2016-10-09 Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Think that a lot of people could relate to this! We all put on a fašade when we're with others... it just seems like it's the way we're meant to do it, anyway. Well, that's what your words here made me think of...