Faces But Truly Masks

I walk around smiling, laughing, just sinisterly happy.

They walk around smiling, laughing, just sinisterly happy.

But why doesn't anyone take off their masks

and realize that they are indeed just that

masks.

Hiding all the weight on your back from things you carry from your past

with a face that never changes

always pretending you are not good enough. 

Just like the profile picture that smiles back at me 

you feel like a two-dimensional mask

when you can be a three-dimensional face.

Nothing  really stops you from showing off your beautiful face

but the bullshit story you tell yourself why you're not good enough.

You are good enough to be more than just a mask.

 

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skykhughes14

exceptional

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