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To the Masks We Hide Behind


I am the girl who walks beside you to class

Seemingly no different than any other in the mass

Afraid to sleep at night 

For fear of another breaking loss that could steal the light

I am the girl

 

I am the boy who laughs in all the right places

Just another in a sea of faces

Afraid of the future that might swallow me whole

And the drugs I take that kill my soul

I am the boy

 

I am the woman who does everything she’s told

Wouldn’t utter a single word even if she could

Becuase every time I tried to fight back

Down, I just got smacked

I am the woman

 

I am the man beside you on the train 

Always searching for a roof to keep me out of the rain

Barely able to afford anything I see

And shamed by anything that comes free

I  am the man

 

We are the people who fight back our ears

Hold in our tears

Our public facade confident, proud, formal

The private what no one should call normal

We are the people you don’t see 

 

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