Sometimes I don’t understand why
We all try so hard
To be something we are not
So much so
That
Everyone
Is pretending to be
Something
They
Are
Not.
Then what is who we are,
If not defined by what we see
Or think
With our stained lenses?
Then what is who we are,
If not defined by this web
Of intoxicated thoughts
Of what we think of ourselves?
Then what is who we are,
If not
Flawed
Or ever-changing
Dolls of this beauty
We
Must
Be?
Sometimes I don’t understand why
We can’t just take off the mask
And be ourselves
Even if I’m guilty
Of doing the same thing
Myself.
Maybe if we all take down the masks
Then what we thought before
Will
Change
And the fallen mask will be
The
New
Norm.
Posted in response to the challenge SM-Impact.
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