Don't Be Fooled MAG

November 13, 2015
By Tyranoh BRONZE, Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Tyranoh BRONZE, Baton Rouge, Louisiana
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The red moon’s on his face
Eyes bleed with a cry of distress
Smirk intends to disguise
The fact that the eyes seem depressed
His eyes tell the story
Of a man in troubled times
How do I know this?
Because they resemble mine
Hard work can be seen
Dedication and depression
Only people who will understand
Are those with equal oppression
Those close that dance on his back
Is the bitterest sweet of them all
In order to earn them
Blood sweat and tears have to fall
Back to that smirk
Don’t let the smile be confusing
It is merely a costume
And may lead to fooling

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