An empty void,
But I don't have a right to feel this way.
Do I?
Torn between being who I used to be
And who I'm becoming.
Staying true to myself
With the constant pressures of home.
Internal conflicts ensue.
Nowhere to turn,
No one to share
How I feel.
Trudging through the muck that is day-to-day affairs.
One wrong turn and the rain pours down.
From my loved ones,
From the world.
Playing a role,
But sometimes the mask falls away.
Pulling it back on before anyone sees,
Sometimes not fast enough.
Covering up thoughts and actions,
Trying to be who they want me to be
Without sacrificing who I am;
I must choose.

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