The Mask

Remember that mask?

Maybe you started wearing it for protection.

You wanted to fit in.

You were afraid that people wouldn't accept you.

You wouldn't accept you.

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At first you only wear it when you have to,

Like armor before heading off to battle.

A short, hollow happiness comes with it.

The mask comes off sometimes, right?

Just a fake smile, laugh, and words.

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Soon you stop taking the mask off.

People like this you better.

After all who really liked you before?

Did you even like yourself before?

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The mask sows into you

The hollowness eats you alive

Fills yourself with emptiness

People see through you?

After all, you can.

A dark shadow follows you,

It grows with every lie and deception.

Loneliness in a room full of fake.

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I remember the mask, I wore it well.

One day, I tore it off.

It was painful, ever changing.

I realized i was strong enough for any battle.

I was only fighting myself anyway.

All the fake petty ones around me left,

The real ones stayed, full of love.

I began to love imperfect me again.