AuthenticityA Poem by Erudite![]() If loving yourself is a one way ticket to society's fire, so be it.![]()
And so they meander wearing poker faces.
They grew old only to step three paces Back down inside themselves, Either to hide their hearts or kill them altogether. Does the light not reach you? Has the beauty of goodness No effect on your soul? How long will you remain beneath? Take each of your masks, Your cloaks, and your daggers, And throw them all into the fire. For if society rejects you, At least it won't be a facade they voted against. © 2018 EruditeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() EruditeRiverside, CAAboutGreetings, reader. Please do enjoy this music I've prepared for you, and don't be too bashful to take a peek at some of my writings. My poem titled "Ah, To Float in My Boat" is one of my personal .. more..Writing
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