Is it Really There?


The eyes are the first thing that you notice, then comes the whispers and you cannot unnotice this. It becomes a constant stuggle of acting to what others consider normal. The unusual thing is that you became the same people that look at you differently.

The mask you thought was there could have been there, maybe it wasn't at all, or maybe that fake mask has grafted into your face and it is now a part of you.

Is the mask even there to begin with? If it was, I have accepted this "mask" as a part of my personality and didn't even notice my true self.  I am holding myself back. How sad.



Eyes are one of my favorite things to write on---endless oppurtunites.

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