Sometimes it's best to say nothing in order to not have to repent later.
You wear your shawl of shame
To mask a silent sorrow
Your actions a beacon
Showing the world a vision
Taking the path often traveled
Choosing to become something
Rather than be seen as someone
Your facade is crumbling
The many blue nights adding
To your reckless resume of pain
No longer is it just enough to hide
Your heart has asked for respect
And your mind wallows in absentia
How many times can someone
Be used as a pleasant device
Before their existence
Becomes one that they despise?
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