I am in a room full of people,
But I am alone.
They are all wearing masks.
Masks of the people they wish they were.
I am wearing a mask.
The look of someone I'm not.
I wish I could take it off.
But its glued on so tightly,
It becomes me.
No one bothers to help me pull it off.
They mask is perfect they say.
They love the face that isn't mine.
They hate what's behind the mask,
I want to pull it off,
Throw it away,
Be me.
But its too hard.
So instead I am what people think of me.
What they want me to be.
Not me.

I hate my mask.

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