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Bowed your head

Bent your knees

Eyes downcast with humility

Compromising your ability

 

Eager to please

Willing to mould

As plastic as clay

Conforming everyday

 

A slave to their will

Conditioned to serve

Killing your mind

Lest you be left behind

 

Singing their praises

Celebrating their ways

Consistently making do

So that you’d fit in too

 

A facade

Donned for their benefit

Became your identity

An ineluctable reality

 

Subconsciously imbibing

Their deplorable ways

A new you stemmed

You became just one of them

 

Whiffs from the past

Merging with your mask

Tenuous glimpses I see

Of someone you used to be

 

The fire has been smothered

Leaving behind the ashes

Those transient traces of you

Are the sole remnants worth clinging on to.

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2 Comments

  1. “Those transient traces of you…” I really like that line.

  2. Thank you. I usually try to translate my perceptions to poetry. Hopefully, the message is conveyed.


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