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Read and bluntly critique my poem...no best answer sorry, i need honesty for certain.?

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Fantastic Lies

I can still trace the slivers of skin

stained by tears

tears all dried up now

Tears you can’t see.

But it’s all okay now

I’ve said I’m so sorry

We’ve hugged and we’ve kissed

goodbye to expression

truant truths stuffed away

In too full hearts.

And so I mutter thankyou

(it’s only polite)

For fostering my naivety

For keeping me inadequate

and labelling my only aspiration

offspring of the above.

And so we conform together

to a world of tear stifling manners

and unlimited reserve.

Which sounds too much like self-pity

Except its more dilute

Dry tears are just

1 part self pity and

3 parts self-loathing

But In The Name of Honesty

Dry tears are a fantastic lie

Tears do matter really

But once they’ve truly faded

The evidence is eliminated

and you no longer see them

Which translates to “non-existent”

Cos’ seeing is believing

Another fantastic life

Or a truth playing truant

From its dreamlike world

Of unlimited transparency.

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  1. I've got a whole lot of hidden tears and, if I'm lucky enough to make it to them, plenty more flagrant tears. Some people just don't understand the so-called "truant truths" which bring me to tears... which ends up bringing me to more of them.

    The hidden tears might be considered as non-existant... but, as you said, you can still trace the stains of tears. They leave scars which can't be found and can't be healed - the worst kind of scars.


  2. good

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