Tomorrow

Today i am broken but tomorrow I will be free. Today i hide behind my mask but tomorrow i'll let myself shine. Today I will wonder about tomorrow instead of changing today. Today I will constantly tell myself that im going ti change, that I will no longer hide who i am but i'll wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow has come, yet im going to wait for another tomorrow because today im too busy. Tomorrow will be a better day to stand out and change. Tomorrow people will finally understand who I am. Tomorrow people will accept originality and difference. But will my tomorrow ever come? 

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