Fake mask ! Poem

 

Well years are going by and I am bleeding inside 

I will expose my drama to  my honour of hide

I get all my words taken by a mysterious figure woman 

I wear my fake mask on my years and I love my show man

They are sipping on my eyes look 

And I am sipping on my drama book

I sincerely love no one but my belongs to me

They laugh about it and they abuse him be

Well at the stage of my revenge for him

I want to splash their blood as my gem

And hence we hide mentality deep inside 

I wear my fake mask on until they hide

I really love my mentality to the extreme you know

I love watching them altogether screaming to my blow

Well years are going by and I am bleeding inside 

I will expose my drama to my honor of hide

I will get my belongs along with a slice to taste 

They look so bad instead but the slice will bate

Since looking and talking are a serious joke you know

I will blow them all mentally with my bloody blow

And sincerely speaking their gossip will knock on my ears

And I will take all of that to my bloody smear

You know life is lifeless when life is not an issue 

But your honor of hide will show up there by a tissue 

And playing games is great to the final

Since final started late with my banner die all

I will not beg or please your aunty ooor 

Instead I will bleed inside and I will enjoy your soar 

And that will tease aunty ooor to the final stage

While I will get her in me to my own rage 

There is no better way than talking so low

Since I can't hear you clear you take it slow

And your aunty ooor will give it to you on your popo 

But I am just a watcher timer line to play my sopo 

And love me wouldn't be my line that I will read

But instead love me will be your maniac psycho feed

I don't go around and I beg for a speaker lead

But since voices exist I use my bead 

And non sense humours will get in a life suit jacket 

And I will watch your aunty ooor down until I break it

Look is not the self one yet

But book explores when they are gone kit 

So I am gladly spoken to your head on as I go

But hidden is stalking themselves in a show

And I am bleeding inside but won't cry or run

Since my anger is piling up my treasure of their gone 

You ask me now how are you 

And I ask you back how do you do?