AN: I think this is the first poem I've ever written that actually follows a set rule, it's a Shakespearean sonnet but I don't know if I got iambic pentameter right but who cares, eh? Anyway this is a companion piece to Mask that I wrote, so enjoy :D
Streaming sadness
Spawning fire-tears,
Giving birth to badness;
Leeching goodness through the years
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Heartbreak, losing, suffocation
Burning through your inner core,
Blinding pain sweeps your nation
Bringing poverty and war.
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Make sure you hide it,
Be sure it doesn't show.
Because I promise if you hide it
No one ever has to know.
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Cast aside your daunting task
And don instead your lovely mask.