He was my way of coping

A wall I'd put up

To see who would jump over

And who would give up

Someone else had come before

And made it near the journey's end

However they fell short, leaving scars

Sealing me behind this "friend"

You all climbed over him

To make it to me

Though the climb was hard

You tried persistently

You saw me not a mask

You saw my true face

You actually know who I really am

Not a facade, just afraid


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