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Oh, how my life is

a Masquerade.

Hiding my face so the world

will never find me.

How I loved the story,

the thoughts,

the romance,

the music,

the tragedy.

But not entirely

a tragedy.

As it may seem dark,

I likened myself to the phantom.

As I too,

thought as he did.

I thought I was

displeased for my figure,

my mannerisms,

and my form.

When the issue

was deeper than that,

I was truly rejected, 

for who I really was.

Not entirely superficial

as I thought,

the closer people got,

the further away they wanted

to be.

The issue was me.

Now how do I handle

such revelations?

Do I dwallow in despair,

sit and mope,

do nothing to change myself?

Or do I try to change,

and see the true villian

is me,

not everyone else.

As lonely as it may seem,

I make it worse still.

Yes I was rejected first,

I was passed by,

not even a thought to

my name.

Noone truly wanted me,

but I made it worse still,

by becoming a monster,

that I do not wish to be.

And now,

I want to hide this

from the world.

Change who I have become,

not wanting to hurt anymore,

or feel the pain as I

vent out.

Now I wish to lay it down,

and allow myself to hear the

peace that I once had.

To have those moments,

to dance in the rain,

and learn to be content in it.

Learn the lesson of my favorite

tradegy of all time,

and move on as he did.

~O.G