The True Me

I wake up each morning,

look in the mirror to the stranger that awaits,

I see the real me fight for a chance to surface,

Struggling to break the strangers grip.

The real me backs off because it knows that,

no one accept whats truly inside,

so it must hide to become the stranger that society has made me to be.

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