Today, I don’t want
To wear a mask so bright.
There is nothing worth
That stress of fitting in.
The air is heavy
All around me
And stale.
All the lights dim
As if poorly lit industrial.
Tears stay trapped inside
An empty feeling shell.
Yet, it is stuffed to the brim
Of all the colors of sadness.
Like a story,
I fall into the abyss.
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