Behind my mask
I sit on the side line and watch as my counterparts race for success.
But their success is not my own.
I see they are racing for the same goal.
Yet I have one of my own.
I am not like this generation.
Competeing for likes on Instagram.
Because truth be told I do not give a damn.
But they say that is weird.
It's clear that I am different but that is okay.
I do not let the opinions of others influence who I am.
Instead I sit on the sideline and observe.
Because they are not ready.
At least not yet.
But when I begin the race they will see.
No filter will be a need.
Because everything will be pure about me.
Starting with my bare face and true success.
I am my own person whos success is not the same as this generations.
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