A Secret Life..
Doesn't seem distraught,
He does everything wrong, except being caught,
At ease in thought,
Deceiving when the ring is off,
Fiending for anything,
Monogamous dreams are lossed,
His deeds should cost,
Cuz we've all witnessed the gimmick,
Where on the surface, the families sits as an image,
And underneath a pit full of vengance,
There's anger, deceit,
The playing field's heaviliy tainted,
With stained disbelief,
It vanquished as he,
Pleasurably drifts in his passion,
Where circumstances give,
And treachery lives in his actions,
His feeling is stagnant; Bullshit is his modeled attire,
And broken rules is what he'll always follow in spite of,
The sight of a liar;
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Now his feelings are just shuffled remains,
As guilt appears through the mirrors,
Shadows, puddles of rain,
Try to muster the pain,
Exchange it with other objectives,
But his cover won't let him,
Because his other lover's suggestive,
Another perspective,
He always tries to swallow the fear,
Of seeing the face of his wife,
Being mauled by her tears,
Through all of the years,
For the kids, he'd keep their Mother intact,
By smothering facts and making sure he covered his tracks,
He'd discover, in fact,
That it'd appear to be so,
He'll jeopardize his life,
To sustain his years on the low,
It's piercing his soul,
To know, he can't control his attractions,
Molded over time,
Broken,
Yet solely established,
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He goes on asking,
Why? His variety changed,
To a way of living,
That he knows society hates,
So he silently waits,
For the day to come,
To be normal to others,
And self-proclaimed as one.
You're Lost
Disturbed mentality
Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
Alan Watts
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