I am a master,
A master of pretending.
Because if i quit,
No one would like the ending.
The mask is easier,
For everyone but me.
But behind it i became so hollow,
There's nothing left to see.
I made so many faces,
I can't even count.
That when i look for the real me,
It's nowhere to be found.
I'm everyone and no one,
Just something in between.
But i know one thing,
I am a master of pretending,
The best one you've ever seen.
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 5:01 PM UTC
I am a master,
A master of pretending.
Because if i quit,
No one would like the ending.
The mask is easier,
For everyone but me.
But behind it i became so hollow,
There's nothing left to see.
I made so many faces,
I can't even count.
That when i look for the real me,
It's nowhere to be found.
I'm everyone and no one,
Just something in between.
But i know one thing,
I am a master of pretending,
The best one you've ever seen.
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