The Face Behind The Mask

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Every day I put a mask on my face.

I pick out my flaws and try to erase

The "imperfections" our society has set.

Impossible standards that have yet to be met.

So who am I behind the mask?

Being myself is so hard a task.

 

I'm screaming.

I'm yelling.

I'm dying to be heard.

Wearing this mask just seems so absurd.

 

I go to school along with the masses

And rot my brain in all these classes.

I raise my hand to question the "truth"

But the teachers dismiss it with so-called 'proof'

I have no voice behind this mask

And speaking out is so hard a task.

 

I'm screaming.

I'm yelling.

I'm dying to be heard.

Wearing this mask just seems so absurd.

 

I am home now, finally free

I can forever be simply me

I can speak my mind and voice my thoughts

Say what I want, get my message across. 

I have myself, I dont need the mask

Who am I? I no longer have to ask!

 

I'm screaming.

I'm yelling.

I've finally been heard.

From the restraints of society I have been cured.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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