This game we all play with fake masks
Many will remove the mask.
I've tried to take it off..
But it only gets more stuck...
There's always a voice in the back of my mind...
"They don't trust you."
"They won't like the real you.."
All of these thoughts clouding my mind..
Hide the truth from me..
They tell me to put on the mask..
To hide the real me..
How do I take this mask stapled to my face off?
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC
This game we all play with fake masks
Many will remove the mask.
I've tried to take it off..
But it only gets more stuck...
There's always a voice in the back of my mind...
"They don't trust you."
"They won't like the real you.."
All of these thoughts clouding my mind..
Hide the truth from me..
They tell me to put on the mask..
To hide the real me..
How do I take this mask stapled to my face off?
Random thing.. nothing to worry about x3....
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