Faces But Truly Masks
I walk around smiling, laughing, just sinisterly happy.
They walk around smiling, laughing, just sinisterly happy.
But why doesn't anyone take off their masks
and realize that they are indeed just that
masks.
Hiding all the weight on your back from things you carry from your past
with a face that never changes
always pretending you are not good enough.
Just like the profile picture that smiles back at me
you feel like a two-dimensional mask
when you can be a three-dimensional face.
Nothing really stops you from showing off your beautiful face
but the bullshit story you tell yourself why you're not good enough.
You are good enough to be more than just a mask.
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