Who am I behind the mask?
Behind the mascara and the blush,
Behind the permanent scowl etched onto my face.
Who do I become when I leave the confinement of those school walls everyday?
Who am I without the heavy books and mountains of papers filled with letters and numbers that don't even matter?
Who am I if I don't have structure, organization, plans?
Am I even a person anymore? Or am I some kind of robot they've created?
Who am I without God or prayer or love?
Who am I if I don't have family or friends or caring teachers?
Who am I without struggle, discipline, honesty?
Who am I?
I struggle and I cry and I work hard everyday because I know who I want to be. I want to be better and stronger and more knowledgable.
I want to spread hope and joy and make the world a better place to live in.
So maybe I wear a little too much mascara and I intimidate people because I frown too often, but I don't pretend to be somebody I'm not.
All these things are who I am, there's not a word or anything to describe who I am because being me is just enough.
So yeah, I wear a mask and it's called my face. It keeps me together and it tells people who I am.
My face is a mask, but it is not a filter. I don't hide behind it.
All the crazy, exhilarating, and even boring things I do will be etched into my face in the form of wrinkles.
So who am I beneath the mask? Who am I when I'm alone?
I am me. And I am all the things that make me up and I love myself! I do, I love myself!
And I love my mask, my face, because there's nothing else like it, there's no one like me. I don't know why someone would want hide her true self, it's the most beautiful thing about a person.
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