A Recurring Parody Behind Veils
A passerby to the world, I stand,
Covering my face with anything that would hide
The tragic parody that I’ve become, of everything I resented.
A pathetic spectacle, for what? One might wonder,
For it’s been presented far too many times.
Perhaps a eulogy to all that I could’ve been?
Though something I try to end again and again,
It manages to surface beyond suppression.
Behind the masks of this act, I hide,
In nothing but vain.
By: Swaratmika V
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