Hollow.

I want to leave it all behind 

Eyes, faces, minds 

See me defined

Not by what I do

But what I did 

And pay no attention to the person I've hid.

Somewhere.

Behind the mask of who they want.

I'm there.

It's  not truly me.

Just the one I want to be.

Were I not what they see.

 

I want to go where no one knows

Mistakes, triumphs, deaths

They only guess

What I think

What's inside my head

And past shadows are left for dead.

I'm here.

This is me.

Just the one I want to be.

Unaware of what they see.

This poem is about: 
Me
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