The Masquerade Party
The room is full but I am all alone.
Wrapped in cold loneliness,
A noisy silence burns my soul.
Under the mask I softly cry.
They want to talk to me,
I want to die.
Invisible, disinterested
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Robert Mann
Tue 13th Jun 2017 01:17
Louise - for reasons already indicated on your previous pieces I share your pain, but acknowledge your ability to demonstrate it with very appropriate words.
Rob