She smiles, I cry.
She is outgoing, I am shy.
She loves, I am alone.
She is amazing, I am unknown.
She is beautiful, I am a mess.
She is happy, I am depressed.
My mask is perfect:
She hides me.
She is me😓
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afraid of being judged by the person I love...
and those who even Don't know me ....
i need this mask....
i know it's unfair...
but I'm a bit greedy ....
for their attention...
sometimes it's really hard, hard to accept it that no one actually know me...
I'm hopeless , but sometimes there's hope that one day I remove this mask....
and live freely , the way I want
