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My True Colors
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Personal (Melancholy) I was told from a young age
that who I was
was unacceptable.
I hide in fear that my identity
would be misunderstood.
I never showed my true colors,
because my soul was black.
I created a new persona,
a smile to conceal the tears.
I've spent my whole life living up
to others' expectations of me
even though it was never the real me.
The facade made me forget
everything that defined me,
the core of my being erased by lies.
I want to know myself again
and be understood by another,
even a single person.
To be accepted completely
despite the darkness within,
I couldn't ask for more.
