Before the mask

an urged facade

we were shamelessly us

but they found it odd

An idiosyncrasy 

among their "perfection"

trying to fit in 

there was a disconnection

Between the real us 

and our doppelganger

we invented to seem

like less of a stranger

But recently i found myself

and inquired why I changed

I happily put an end

to an exhausting masquerade

The girl I truly am

is a kind heart on a sleeve

with a resilient outer shell

brimming over with dreams

A goal to be fulfilled 

an honestly hopeful black sheep

a head full of thoughts

who shed the mask she couldn't keep