the endless disappointments –
the cold-hearted betrayals
of people who smile once
and scowl the next –
paint my heart and soul
in black and blue.
I yearn for the few
who see me as I should be seen,
who tear down my walls,
and allow me to remove my mask —
but it is all a far-fetched dream,
the hallucinations of one
tortured by images of the dead and broken.

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