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12h
Shape of Someone Else
I wear a mask that isn’t mine,
a stranger’s face, a borrowed line.
I twist, I bend, I shrink, I grow,
trying to be someone you’d want to know.
Each day I lose a piece, it seems,
of the person I was in half-lit dreams.
I bury doubts, I swallow pain,
to fit the shape you might sustain.
I’d give up parts I thought were true,
erase the edges, start anew,
if it meant I’d be enough somehow—
worthy of the love you’d allow.
But mirrors show a hollowed soul,
a heart half-full, a splintered whole.
I’m not myself, but who am I,
if loving you means I must lie?
So here I stand, changed and frayed,
scared of the self I’ve thrown away.
And though it aches to disappear,
for love, I’d be anyone but here.
#sad
#pain
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