My carapace now lacks space for me to show face
Show of face is now but a farce free of facetious phrases
My public is in multiplicities of eyes I cant see or be
I can't hear the social silence that comes with confidence
I cant trust my rustic reticence for my love is now rusty
I'm lost in familiar neighbourhood and absent from my being
It's sad and hard when one feels a yearn for a yawn
To miss the sweet memories of boredom of contentment
When those public eyes were part of mine and none so lethal
I'm traduced by tradition of my own deductions of dues
My denialist deeds that take me away from naked truth
For I want to believe it's alright when it's all wrong
That I do because I'm wired to do only that Ive afore done
Hard and fast the facts harden but still I deny I'm undone
That I've lost, I'm lost, I'm getting lost though I can revert
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