The Mask

When I said I was "good",

I was lying through my teeth.


My voice breaks and I wonder 

if they know what I'm hiding.


The fake smiles can only cover 

your tears for a short while.


The forced laugh can keep 

your cries at bay for so long.


At some point the mask hurts 

more than it helps. 


You begin to forget

what you truly look like. 


Keeping up the facade

can become unbearable.


I want to let someone in;

I want to known for who I am.


But at the same time,

my ultimate fear is rejection.


What if no one will ever

accept me and all my flaws?

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