the world sees the mask
and it is at peace
the withered leaves and thorns ignored
its beauty never ceased.
no one can see the pain
for it is hidden
the heart of the hollow rose bleeds
but to say so.... is forbidden.
we live in silence
slaves to time
we live in our own memories
lives that intertwine.
we know this much
but it still plagues us so
to leave this mask behind
and our true face to show
we will grow old together
and yet die alone
never really understanding
never really being known
if we could only live from within
and much less from without
we would indeed be happier
yes without a doubt.
-Rahul Thomas.
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