Cocaine-Laced Mask

Having to grow up brings some people to new realizations. For me, a lot of that has been the realization of how oblivious to reality a lot of my adult friends are. This expresses those feelings in the form of a poetic story.

Ignore those who care
To you life is only a fantasy
Full of shrooms and weed and magical unicorns
You can't say it's mutual; those feelings you claim to share
What is this "reality"?
Stuck inside your fake world constantly watching porn
Making up for the emotion you block with your cocaine-laced mask

Be sure to never take it off
Paint a pot-leaf on the top in your own blood
When you feel pain just laugh
This denial of reality is a strong glue

Artificial friends you can't rely on
Pass the peace pipe for comfort that will never come
Blind yourself in the hopeless sun
Drown yourself in the water of a rainbow-colored bong
The girl you call a s**t is taking off her small black thong
But I see no protest
You sink to her level, yet you'll never admit it
Through the cocaine-laced mask you see only artificial pleasure

Be sure to never take it off
Paint a pot-leaf on the top in your own blood
When you feel pain just laugh
This denial of reality is a strong glue

Through sleep you see visions of what you think could never last
Real friends with a sense of nobility
Beautiful reality vanishes fast
What is this "humility"?
Are we not alive for only ourselves?
Only to be stuck in an online illusion full of dragons and elves?
Wake up and put your questions back on the shelf
You must see life through your cocaine-laced mask and

Be sure to never take it off
Paint a pot-leaf on the top in your own blood
When you feel pain just laugh
This denial of reality is a strong glue

You know that you're missing out on something beautifully important
You feel it every day
But go back to your room and ignore it away
A few concealed cuts and you can remain ignorant
Oblivious to the fact that you're one-of-a-kind
But by the time you figure it out
When you see that you wasted it all away
The afterlife is all you will find
No longer under the cocaine-laced mask
And never to see another day

Take off that mask you wear
Stop hiding your torment in vulgar scabs
When you feel pain cry hard
Be controlled by denial no more

Manila rope around your neck
Tear-stained cheeks that I haven't seen in years
But now they're different; so pale
My friend, why did you have to be such a wreck?
I wish I could have eased your fears
At life you might have failed
But now I have too
I wish so much I could have been there for you
You couldn't face reality; it was just too much
But I could have been your crutch
And what's this white thing on the ground?

Put it on and never take it off
Paint a pot leaf on the top in your own blood
When you feel pain just laugh
Now artificial happiness is found

Author's Note

As usual, I want to know how it made you feel and that type of thing. Judgment from all angles is always great.

Reviews

[Jacquelene Vanessa More..]

i love the way you interpret this subject at hand. how this has never done anyone good except for two deaths. the first is your soul, the second is your body

[None]

It's difficult to sit back and watch the choices those close to us make, then watch them fall....some end up dying! Your poem is a caring reminder and a wake up call to those concerned with partying hard. Your writing would be good to pass around to college campus' all over and spread the word. You did an excellent job with this. I like the ending where you step in and look back but it's hard to stop a locomotive.