{Poem} Cracks

If I let my tears run thick and fast, they would wash away my mask; you would see that I’m not all I’m cracked up to be. 

How would you know?

As you choose to see

What you want to see.

Your choices have cracks.

One day,

I hope you attend

To her cracks.

Before it’s too late

And she falls

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