Masking my Insecurities

The mask I wear exudes strength.

Confidence. Independence.

I portray myself as a well-rounded girl,

One who gets good grades, plays multiple sports,

holds positions in various clubs.

A genuinely kind individual,

always with a smile on my face and willing to help anyone who needs it.

A good sense of humor.

Big dreams for the future,

determined not to let anyone or anything get in my way.

The whole package.

This is essentially the person I present to everyone who crosses my path.

But is this the real me?

Ha. I wish.

While it is true that I am well rounded,

I am nowhere near confident.

Or strong.

The real me feels empty.

Lacking. Incomplete.

Deprived of the one thing that I want the most-

To love and be loved in return.

I can’t help but feel alone because

it doesn’t seem like I’m wanted,

which is the worst feeling in the world.

Why don’t I show this side of me?

The sensitive, not-good-enough facet?

Easy.

If no one likes me for my strengths,

why would they be interested

in my weaknesses?

Maybe one day things will change and

I won’t need a mask because

everything that the mask represents

will be found inside of me.

A girl can dream, can’t she?

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