When I look in the mirror do I like who I see?
Is it really me?
Or is it the mask that everyone placed upon me?
Living up to what everyone thinks becomes exhausting, just want to take a break
Need a place to be able to be take a breath
Get my ground
Know my surroundings
If only they could see what the mask does to me
Draining
Always being someone’s picture perfect
Can’t mess up
Don’t feel human
More of a robot
Let me do what I’m told like a dog on a leash
One day maybe I’ll be free.
Maybe one day someone will let me be me
Until then I guess I’ll trudge on
Do the day to day of things
And hope the real me can be seen
Beyond the mask and part I play
Of my everyday.
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