Masks

The grey clouds

craved to dance

with me

but all I could do

was mirror the rain

with tears.

Fake laughter came later

in between

my screams

that were not heard

though I didn’t realize

my twisted cries

were just in my head

and that my face only showed

apathy and stern silence

in a world

that still barely saw

the lie on one’s face

much less the

heavens and underworlds

underneath the skin.

How terribly fucking boring.

And whilst others only saw the superficial,

I could see too much of your underbelly masks,

and though I was thought

out of my mind,

I stood at the top of your stairs,

saw your sick basement creepers

and your feeble ceiling soon to be

crumbling down on you.