Beneath the mask.
Hiding behind fixed faces
appropriate to occasion.
Locked down inside,
i'm an animal mechanical
prompted by obligation.
Nod and smile, talk the small stuff,
turn the cogs and shoot the shit.
Whatever, take me home.
Shut me in and leave me be,
Sanctity in silence.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 28th Apr 2010 20:08
The tone is very bitter, but the scenario is too true, and the poetry itself is really good.