Dystopia
Ever wondered as to why we maintain so many faces, As if in contingency to the day’s innumerable phases, The only thing we are saved, is from physically changing the mask, But that does not make it any simpler a
Resilience
They say it is the words that first cause such a thing, And that nothing quite matches the angst that words bring, Hurting in places far deeper than the skin, than the mind, And an equally acerbic retort, is the