Is This Really Me?

Every morning I look in the mirror, and I really look,

I look past my exterior and look into my mind and soul.

All my insecurities I project them out and let people think I feel as confident as i look,

I wear this mask to make others think that I am strong,

So others do not think I am weak and make me do as they will.

I do this to feel accepted, even though I push them away,

I do not do it because I feel above them, and all others.

I do it so they won’t get close enough to see that it is a mask.

Is this really me?

Do I really want this?

I push myself to be what others want me to be,

succesfull.

But, is success to them, what it is to me?

One day, putting this mask on will no longer be a routine.

I want to be confident.

I want to feel beautiful.

I want to be strong.

I want to not be judged.

I want to look in the mirror and say,

THIS is really me.

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