Stand on a pedestal,
face on
Emotions off
Lights beaming
Curtain drawn
You are left
With nothing
But a heartbeat
behind a smiling mask
That can somehow
feel the reflection
of the lights
and every eye on her
You breathe in
It does not release
Your words leave as you realise
You are alone
But the eyes
Are there
You turn
Facing every pair there
But you are alone
And the lights have died
But the eyes have not
They are there
Still expectant
You realize that
your mind is playing tricks
on you
This is all in your mind
But yet you stand
Trapped on a pedestal
Lights burning your skin yet again
Mask on
Feeling off
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Untitled Poem
March 12, 2022
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