Yeah, just a poem I came across one night while browsing the Poetry.com website. There's oodles n oodles of great poetry there and you can find a little something there for every person and for every mood under the sun. I myself was feeling a little disingenuous on the night I found this poem and it seemed to fit my mood so well at the time... so naturally, I loved it instantly. ^^
It's comforting to find writings like these; the kind that reflect those funny (ha-ha and not so ha-ha) emotions that fall on me sometimes.
Nice to know that I'm not the only one who's felt this way before. 3nodding
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We Wear the Mask
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
~ Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872–1906)
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