POEM ABOUT HOW TO HIDE OURSELVES
Hey, everyone! No one really knows me, not even my boyfriend. I hide myself, which I am sure most of you do as well. This is not supposed to make you sad, but to recognize what a lot of us do, masks ourselves from who we really are.
THE MASK
She smiles, I cry.
She is outgoing, I am shy.
She loves, I am alone.
She is amazing, I am unknown.
She is happy, I am depressed.
My mask is perfect:
She hides me.
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