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Masked 

If you pass a glance in my direction, a shell you will see,
An image that's skin deep, not a true portrayal of me.
But please, take the time to slowly peel away my mask, 
Just one person takes an interest, that is all I ask.

You lift up my vail to observe the rippling emotion haunting my face, 
And you feel the heartache which lingers in a shadow’s place.
You step closer to feel the harsh gusts of glacial winds, 
Which escapes from my body as a breath.

You peered into my ocean eyes that were once bright, 
To be confronted with the pain that's dimming my light.
My tears that fall are as many as the words I have left unsaid,
And my scars are accumulating like the list of things I dread.
Your face is hardened to it all, my situation is misread,
you don’t even notice, I don't have an actual bed.

Your movements are mechanical, your language monotone,
Your lips, forced into a smile, a gesture, soon overthrown.
You nod along, but you don’t really care,
You should be grateful, to others life is unfair.
I tell you that I am somewhat cold, but I lied, 
I'm too numb for my feelings to be identified.
You ask me if i'm hungry, yet you offer me nothing.
Now it's you turning away, slightly blushing.

I stopped looking for help when the fire left from my eyes,
I realize isolation goes hand in hand with dehumanisation.
My robot state isn’t due to old age, but from being brushed aside
A feeling both weather and humans provide.
 
I clasp my hands together, which are as clammy as the dead,
As I prepare myself to sleep, where most people tread.
Alone, now that you, like everyone else, has left,
it dawns on me, i'm more human than those who walk on home,
Because at least I don’t have a hardened heart of stone.

I hug my arms around my knees, 
To make up for the vast absence of love,
As I close my heavy sunken eyes in rest, 
I blot out my desire to lean on a caring chest,
I hope to travel to a world where I can stand tall,
Without returning to realitys harsh call.

I want to help you step into my broken shoes,
So try to envision a world with no light, 
Where the dimness shrouds the views before you. 
Envision a world with no colour, 
Where a leaf looks equivalent to the ocean. 
Envision a world with no hope, 
Where your life has been mapped out on the streets.

My mask slipped down, to invite you into my broken, homeless life,
A life, which I alone, treasure because it is the one thing I own.
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