Every day I get up in the morning.
I look at myself in the mirror, and I say too, myself “
Is this really who I am?
In this life I live? “
I feel like I put on a mask to hide myself.
I'm not your beauty Queen or Super model,
but I do have feelings too.
I would like to live life as every other person in this world. What makes me
so different?
You’ll all have this picture of me that’s not me.
I want to cry.
Just like you do on my shoulder every day.
You tell me how you feel, and ask “ How can it be fixed? “ Obviously you
don’t see the pain in my eyes.
All the stuff I want to say!
For once I want to be the one who cries on your shoulder,
and ask “ How can it be fixed? “
For I am tired of wearing this mask of mine.
The one that covers up who God made me to be.
I still see no change in my life,
so I guess this is the life I am destined to live,
but I know I wouldn’t be put here if I am not suppose to make a difference,

so I will go for now.
Wearing the mask.
The Mask of Myself
 
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