Broken Mask

The world is changing.

For better, or for worse?

Last year people seemed to overlook me

In my surroundings I felt cursed

What did I done wrong? I asked

I received no answer, so I wore a mask

I hoped to be seen

To be an extrovert to be... not me


But I have changed so much

A year later my mask lay next to me in pieces

Again it will never be touched

And now my individuality never ceases

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