My Mask

Our reality is that we live in a world of other's standards,

whether it's fashionable or cool to be ill mannered,

I have a face that looks nothing like my own,

I am afraid of what others may think to the real me shown,

It is who i truely am,

I must step out of the curtain, i am my own man,

the curtain of us all must be drawn back,

we worry so much of the worlds love, self love is what we lack,

I'm certain only beauty is behind a soceity of drawn back curtains,

i am certain,

tis like a beautiful diverse field of many diffrent flowers,

we are all capable, we all have the power.


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