Self Conscious
Loosing the will to live,
It’s all vicarious anyway,
There must be more to life,
Than the pretence of everyday.
Turns out you got a raw deal,
That was not there yesterday,
Bad luck meant it wasn’t to be,
Nascent beauty was taken away,
Your resulting life is one big lie,
The truth won’t help it go way,
You have to see it through for now,
Vicarious in nature, one must stay.
So why the hell are you hiding,
Thats what others want to say,
Initially got dealt a good hand,
But now must cheat to play?
If the mark of Cain comes upon you,
Remains indelibly on display,
All will recognize the humiliation,
Of deformity you carry today.
When anxious look more hideous,
Idiots laugh, at a grotesque array,
Not wanting to get mocked or pilloried,
Vicarious life, that’s the price we pay.
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