You see of me, so many things
But what of things unspoken?
What’s deep inside, I try to hide
Hoping it won’t be awoken
I act so odd with this façade,
Only my surface you see me flaunting
Down to the bone I feel alone
To conceal so much of me is daunting
As time attacks, my surface cracks
Exposed and out in the open
Why do I claim perfections name?
When it’s better to be broken
The stupid lies and fake disguise
It leaves so much of me in wanting
Beyond these clues are Holy truths
That can end this wicked haunting
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