Terrified by our true identity,
We change what we are in reality.
Living up to people’s expectation,
disguising ourselves in falsification.
This act we put up day by day,
Our true identity is kept at bay.
As each day passes we grow more insecure;
No longer the children we were once before.
We’re soon bewildered by what we become.
The emptiness is the curse, our naivety’s sum
In silent contemplation we now ask,
“Oh! Why didn’t I shed that ugly mask?
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