impasse

this is an assignment for my psychology class, on the musical dear evan hansen.

;

never alone, but lonesome
constant company, but by myself
surrounded by people who love me
but not for who i am

it's a façade, a false persona
i'm not this! 
i'm not confident, i'm not social,
i'm not this fake person everyone sees

bundled up inside, i can't let
anyone see this
but i have to, 
don't i?
A

Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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