The Real Me
People say they see me as who I AM
When in reality that is just a mask
That mask has been worn for many years
Now it is to make it clear
Who I am is not who you see
It is the person that hides in the shadows
The shadows are the friends of some but not many
Who I am is the person who wants a second chance
A second chance at happiness
A second chance at love
For now I have myself, my mask and the shadows
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