Masquerade

I live my life in a state of perpetual
often times, brutal 
honesty. 

It adorns me like a shadow, 
and I have always had to spoon 
feed the sugar on my tongue. 

I have always used it as a foundation. 
I’ve stripped the walls down,
again and again. 

I chip at the paint and try to
expose the drywall.

Open every attic door and dust off
the webbing strung about the bones. 

I will keep doing so until I figure
you 
or
myself out. 

Not everyone is as receptive to it,
the truth is not an easy medication to 
give.  

So with the help of few odd masques,
and a few clever plot twists,
I’ve helped them swallow it down.

I suppose,
they’ve all helped me,
too. 

B

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