I used to be so
happy,
cheerful,
ignorant.
Then, one fateful day,
my world came crashing down.
And in the rubble,
the pieces of my shattered heart.
I knew no one would accept me for my true self.
So I wore a mask. It was a perfect mask, a remnant of my past self.
No one could see past it. Not one person.
I looked through my mask with pleading eyes,
but people don't take another look at someone like me.
I've run out of tears to cry,
and now I finally see that I'm truly broken inside.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
I used to be so
happy,
cheerful,
ignorant.
Then, one fateful day,
my world came crashing down.
And in the rubble,
the pieces of my shattered heart.
I knew no one would accept me for my true self.
So I wore a mask. It was a perfect mask, a remnant of my past self.
No one could see past it. Not one person.
I looked through my mask with pleading eyes,
but people don't take another look at someone like me.
I've run out of tears to cry,
and now I finally see that I'm truly broken inside.
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