A Man of Many Masks
I arise each morning not worrying what to place upon my scared chest; instead a struggle with the mask I need to wear across my personality.
With the fake smile I put on, as I live out my life in a picture; I walk the streets hoping the world will not notice my darkness, as I pose for the camera of life disguising the hurt and
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