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Masks
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Feelings... Inside myself
is the earth
revolving
around what others want
me to be
the need for acceptance
overshadows
the want to be loved
for who I am
for what I know I can be
Inside my heart
is a cold layered mass
of hatred
trying to figure out
the meaning of
being myself is
difficult to decipher
anymore
getting used to wearing
the masks
of what everyone else
thinks I should be
eventually
I realize
'I am like the moon reflecting
and I don't need these masks anymore'
inside my head
I know that I am better than
what they feel
what they think
what they know
eventually
I can let myself
be myself
whatever that may be
and
be satisfied...
