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Swirling about are the loved ones
And the guy next in line
And your tiny congregation
Of friends.
 That one face you put on
It may have different expressions,
But just one face.
The you that puts it on
Is so different.
It's the scared child
Hiding behind the recliner
When your ears bleed
And your dad screams drunkenness.
The you that puts on that one face
Is the teenager who takes that first hit of pot
Because your friend Jeff said so.
The you that scrapes up the courage
To put on that face is the beer dude
At the sports bar, farting and belching just to be heard.
Keeping your masterbatory fantasies to yourself.
And as your skin becomes drier
The you that frames that face for everyone,
Is the young groom, walking down the aisle to a mistake
That only you can't see.
The ever widening man boy who gave some sperm
In exchange for a child you could never live as much
As they need to be loved.
And you see that face with bags of baggage under those eyes
Look back at you in the mirror every morning and you stare
And wait for the visage to change, but it won't.  
It can't.
That face that laugh's on time for your worst best friend's joke
Is in front of the brain that is addicted to suffering and pain.
It's fond of taking the good and crumpling it up until
It is bad, over and over again.
So it is for that face and that brain and that ever self
Torturing soul, that we say death is not for the gloomy rain,
But to wash away our sin of trying to be just a bit happy.

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