Façades
Everywhere I turn: masks,
hiding faces.
Bruised, beaten, scarred,
trying to hide the pain.
But not me no!
I will not hide my experiences, my struggles
because they make me unique.
I will be open and honest,
because that is real.
I will be me,
because I am no one else.
It is time to strike down expectation
with acceptance.
Let us burn these wicked disguises
and breathe.
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