Burning the façade of self

Burning the façade of self,
the mask I choose to remove from the shelf,
to take it and douse it in gasoline,
to shed blood from this hollow machine-
no longer the machine, I am flesh
time to start anew, afresh,
not going back to my old ways,
no longer dwelling it older days,
it's a painful task of healing
after being numbed to my feelings,
hidden emotions the lie of a smile,
I wore them well, I was quite vile,
because people did believe
the message I did deceive
they saw at surface level where I was drowning,
they saw a happy kid who wasn't frowning-
Now... now I walk to a different beat,
where life isn't simple or even neat,
and now's the time to be done with the old,
time to be real, time to be bold...

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