My Mask


I live in the ingnorance of others

Hide behind a shattered mask

Not one place I could run to

No one I could ask


I put on the perfect stance

I say I am made of steel

But no one knows I am broken

And what I truly feel


I wanted to be just like them

To stand tall and shine

Yet once finally accepted into the crowd

It did not settle this heart of mine


I believed I would be special

Go anywhere and soar

Yet hear I am, behind my prsion mask

Not happy anymore


Now here I am, years and years later

Just longing to be free

Pretending, believing what I am not...

And wanting to be me

Understanding my reasons and my thoughts

From my heart, what I say is true

The greatest thing I can ever be...

Is to get this mask off of me

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