Remove thy mask, from the audience to your drama.
The sweet, bitter, brutal words you offer so loosely,
the bridge of trust you break, with no thought to the distances you create.
Loosen the charm from the public eye, they marvel at your attire, not knowing the inner side,
the confusion you extend to my shattered edged mind, and damaged bleeding soul,
the cuts, the bruises merged aside, go deeper than I mirror, deeper where my hidden voice resides.
Hover to the palpating organ, struggling to venture through my lifelines, it’s there; slowly fading, the love it once; held high.