Their Faces Are Caving In
I think that the only time that we turn into a human from that fake zombie thing, is
when we are hurting.
They are quick to keep that perfect face on,
But they slip when they are hurt
And that mask moves out of its place because the pain is making its way
To your face and your eyes and your brain
So people can see your eyes water
and your "face of faces" cave in on itself
and turn into their face
Their real face
Its like any other time, they would be strong enough to keep their
"Face" in place
But being upset of depressed caused them to let it slip.
They let all the world seethat they were hurting
And hurting is real
Only real people feel pain.
Our eyes are warped
We only see certain things
So we can't see past their "face of faces"
With our own eyes
When we are hurting is when we can see them .
We can see their shrivled up faces.
Copyright © Christan Cote | Year Posted 2006
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