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Behind the painted mask on my face
I am a girl with dreams that I will conquer one day.
I am shy, but outgoing to those that are close.
I am friendly but reserved to those I don't know.
I am self consious in my own self,
sometimes I feel like just another book on a dusty shelf.
I do not feel as I should have to wear this mask,
but I shy away from the judgemental eyes that I cannot escape.
I love to read, write, and sing, but only few know.
I don't choose to share everything that I do,
but God I worship through and through.
Behind the painted mask on my face,
I am beautiful in my very own unique way.
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