Living under a facade is hard 
when it's all you've ever known.
You trudge past the faces 
of today
while remembering the ones 
you've left behind, but can't forget. 

You've known these faces 
your whole life,
but have chosen to hide behind 
a mask 
of uncertainty.

You see, everyone sees
only the foundation
you built
just for them.

If you would let your 
guard down,
they would see
the delicate smile 
you hold captive.

The way you can write a movie
in the minds 
of others like yourself. 
I am the writer—
but my story is still
being written. 


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