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xxZeromancerlovexx
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22 Jan 2011, 12:12 pm

“Stuck”

I faked my way to find success
I failed and got laughed at
Peer pressure digs in; now the façade gets under my skin

I tried to transform in my summertime cocoon
Instead of a butterfly I came out a moth
When I gave up myself I gave up everything I love
People think they know who I am but really they know a cover up
A lie
A disguise
A costume I can’t get out of
Now I sit here wishing I could’ve caught myself in this act
That is really what I am
An act
A masquerade party
A false image
Dollar after dollar I spent trying to look like and act like them
Reality has stuck me like a bolt of lighting
Now I know there’s no turning back
I’m stuck with the masked I placed upon my face
I can’t take it off
I pleased a crowd of people who were actually throwing tomatoes or even worse
They were deceived by my actress qualities


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Jonsi
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22 Jan 2011, 12:58 pm

Not my kind of poem. The content I can't relate to. I'm sure someone likes it, however.



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22 Jan 2011, 5:25 pm

I like it :thumleft:
Kinda recognize the feeling also, i've always seen life as being a masquerade.


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23 Jan 2011, 8:17 am

nice one :wtg:


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