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The Mask
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Personal (Melancholy) When I said I was "good",
I was lying through my teeth.
My voice breaks and I wonder
if they know what I'm hiding.
The fake smiles can only cover
your tears for a short while.
The forced laugh can keep
your cries at bay for so long.
At some point the mask hurts
more than it helps.
You begin to forget
what you truly look like.
Keeping up the facade
can become unbearable.
I want to let someone in;
I want to known for who I am.
But at the same time,
my ultimate fear is rejection.
What if no one will ever
accept me and all my flaws?
