I put on a mask
I do not actively chose to, but I put it on
Nobody but one person has ever seen me for who I am
Imperfect
Depressed
Doubtful
Lusting for what I can never have
One person alone knows it all
And that person is not here anymore
I put on a Mask
Willfully
I do not want to be seen
Dont want to be noticed
Dont want to be forced into the light with all the burden that such an action would imply
I put on a mask
I take my pills
Is this even the real me?
Who or what is the real me?
Could they tell?
Could you tell?
Can I tell?
I put on a mask
and hope someday I will look back and think that all this ordeal was silly, my suffering was more imagined than real, my writings were a product of their time and will forever stay that way
I put on a mask
With the hope of one day being able to take it off and show my face to the world
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