Masks

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To be brought and to age

     in a world of masks

To be raised and trained

     to forge my own

To be afraid to be without it

 

At the end of the day

     I'm still me

At the end of the day

     I'm still hidden inside

At the end of the day

     I never wanted this life

 

So I stripped it from my skin

So I left it broken and burned

So I lived my life, flawless

 
 
This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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