Masks

we are so human. 

 

 

 

we are so alive.

 

 

 

 we are all so beautifully broken inside. 

 

 

 

we hide within ourselves

 

 

 

for the world is cruel and unforgiving

 

 

 

strip away our masks

 

 

 

is there anything left anymore?

 
This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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