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Jun 2016
I put on a mask that differs from reality
So I can become someone I’m not
I say “I’m afraid of how they’ll judge the real me”
But actually the person I was I forgot
So I choose to forge a new image
Whatever I was before has been lost
The person before is unneeded baggage
Forward I move, a new world crossed
I laugh and am happier than before
This mask has given me a new life
No longer is living a pain, a chore
Yet beneath the mask is strife
I go to take off the mask, ready for disgrace
But find only the touch of my own face
Written by
Brett Palmero  26/M/Chicago
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