It was a saccharine and devout constraint that I could hardly curse a word without biting down on the hearsay […]

It was a saccharine and devout constraint that I could hardly curse a word without biting down on the hearsay […]
The mask on top Is more realistic Than the contortions Of a face Pressed within.
Careful now, I was cautioned With squeezing out precious drops That open up these holes, Protecting me from pain Well […]
In retrospect I could see, How I was a very Inaccurate portrait Of me.
I thought I was asking, Believing in me, To claim To cling To plainly win In sanity, And Yet.
Doubt inside anxiety was eating yes away And then it was guilt Deciding tomorrow As today.