My mask is built in layers of what I want to be.
It provides protection from the world's reality.
I've worn the mask so long, it's become normality.
I have become a victim of truth's fatality.
At times my lies shatter, like shards of pottery,
unwillingly revealing my true identity.
In fear and pain I scream in loud profanity
and gather up my courage to face humanity...
We started playing pretend as children... and many have never grown up.
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