Ancient Curse

Hiding in the rain, the tears don't show.
God forbid that anyone should know
the way I really feel inside these days.
They'd rather see a mask of frozen lies
that tells them everything will be all right.

It isn't though. The feel of cold
is merging in our cells. Numbingly
enchanting - the excitement that is casting
yet another life into their perjury.
You know it's true. You live there too.
Oh, ancient curse of man's hostility...

? Michaelette ?

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