To Pieces

To Pieces 

Torn pieces of paper
A soul no different. 
Laughing aside calamity
Pushing aside sanity.
Dancing in the street
Bare ass naked.
Wandering those same
Streets later in shame. 
Wondering who knows
Who can see through
This facade I put on
Just for your joy. 
I am dying inside
Little by little. 
As my soul is torn
To pieces, like paper. 

6/21/21 - Andy McRae