Modern Maskerade
Made up eyes with false smiles
Filling our soul’s cracks with foundation
Editing ourselves into oblivion.
We don’t exist anymore, only our mask.
Only a mask remains
Holding together our fragmented souls.
The infrastructure of the mind is a rusted playground
from our youth
Replaced with the mask
of megapixels on a social media app.
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