POEM 1 : MAN IS A LIE, DO NOT TRUST ME
Everyone wears a mask of whispers,
truth hides behind crooked grins.
I am no exception.
My promises crumble,
even my soul is a cloak.
I’m not a monster…
or maybe I am.
I want things to be right
yet I fail.
I fail to heal.
I cannot trust you.
I cannot trust that I cannot trust you.
I cannot trust that I do not trust
that I cannot trust you.
They say the end justifies the means,
but it only reveals
the cruelty of man.
He kills, he destroys,
and then he clothes his sins
in excuses.
Man is wicked.
His heart, dry as desert sand.
He fakes love,
he manipulates,
he smiles at ruin
and calls it life.
Satan tempts, deceives, destroys,
for he refuses to perish alone.
But man,
man sins because he loves it.
Humankind…
a mistake?
I cannot say.
I only know this:
the good are few.
To err is human.
But the good repent,
while the wicked
bathe in their darkness
and call it joy.
Mankind is doomed.
Yet if you love,
if you help,
if you correct yourself,
go forward.
For man is a lie.
And you,
will you keep wearing the mask,
or dare to face the truth,
even if it burns your eyes?
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I keep wearing a mask. I can face the truth, even if it hurts me, but I prefer to hide it behind a mask. Showing that it hurts me, for me, would be showing weakness. And that, I don't accept it. (Note que je suis partis sur l'anglais car j'ai lu en anglais. Du coup, on me comprend ou pas ?)