were all Messed Up, yoU just hide it Better

Under the magicians sun, were all imaginary,
cover our mirrors, our reflections are to scary,
deep under our mask, we hide all thats ugly,
our perversion and shame, our persona is so lovely,
afraid of the pure form, that'd be cast away a freak,
deform to conform, against the masses were to meek,
time to rise above the ashes, the simmering despair,
i've torn away my mask, along with what they care,
obscene and repulsive, traitors to their way,
blind to the truth, thats in everything we say,
now take our freak show, and show them what we got,
to them were already damned, and will forever rot.

by poetryismusic
posted on 11/02/2009