The mask of sanity.

This is my first shared poem. Been doing this for about a month. All constructive criticism is welcomed :)

I think my mask of sanity is about to slip. I'm biting my lip, in excitement while I wait for the timeless trip into the endless pit.

Sweat start to drip, drop by drop. There it pops, a mental fuse. Kiss me my devilish muse! I have grown to love your abuse. The only time I feel even slightly amused.

In the past I felt used, like something sinister took over me, I threw blame and accuse. But now i see, it's a part of me, of who I am. I'm okay with being a little mad. In fact, im glad. There's something in me that no one else has ever had.

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