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Aug 19
I am the quiet one sat with you whilst being on my own
I am the one sat with you that you do not see
I am the one working ten times harder than you every day of the week
I am the one who you look at and see freak, ******, odd
I am the one who doesn’t see what you want me to even though I look
I am the one who has layers of disguise
The spy who cannot come in from the cold
I am the one who keeps it inside what they want to say
I am the one who you will never truly know what makes me smile
I am the one who needs to be released
The shackles of life if only broken
And lifting the mask to finally reveal
That finally without hesitation or thought
I am me, not you
I am one.
An ode to masking.
thesilentpoet50
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