
Masks
Location
To be brought and to age
in a world of masks
To be raised and trained
to forge my own
To be afraid to be without it
At the end of the day
I'm still me
At the end of the day
I'm still hidden inside
At the end of the day
I never wanted this life
So I stripped it from my skin
So I left it broken and burned
So I lived my life, flawless
This poem is about:
Me
Our world