Man Man's Cry
I think you made me up inside your head.
The world is dark, and I feel dead.
The gaiety, the flowers, portraits hanging on the wall
Do nothing to make this seem real at all.
The memories, with faces blurred, would burn,
But I feel nothing; and for pain I yearn,
To tell me this is all as it's supposed to be.
For now, it all feels fake to me.
This poem is about:
Our world
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