"Gray Masks" - a poem by Robert W. McAfee

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Hey, guys, it is me, Robert, one of your Editors, here to bring you another poem.

Warning: some may consider the following topic to be triggering. Please proceed with caution.

Note: the following image used does not belong to me and is not a promotion to the use of tobacco.

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"Gray Masks"

- Robert W. McAfee

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I apologize that I am broken,

I am sorry that I wronged,

I did not know that I could do this;

bring myself harm.

I stopped taking my medicine,

because I believed that I was sane,

but it turns out that I was delusional

all the same way.

The doctors did not get it,

they simply didn't understand my pain.

How was they supposed to know

that I cried out for grace

when I came to each interview,

with a different mask on my face?

Wasn't it their idea,

for me to false my expressions?

Wasn't this what it meant to be happy,

presenting false promises?

"Are you okay?" --

It was all the same,

Tireless questions,

always being aimed my way.

What was I supposed to say,

was I supposed to lie?

If I told them I wanted to cry,

would they lock me away,

for not talking the tasteless pills,

and tell me that I would be fine

if I would just comply.

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Well, there it is, guys. I hoped you liked it.

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