Every passing day, I give a piece of myself to someone
Reciprocated or not, I give them a part of me
I share my thoughts, not minding my actions or words,
And let them see a glimpse of myself
Yet sincerity is scary for people - for me.
I fear that the moment I show others foreign emotions,
They'll slip away from my presence
That their facades will vanish and feed on my vulnerability
Now I hide my inner thoughts and feelings
Only for them to see another version of me
A version that suppresses everything I've come to be
Building a false image of who I really am
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Nodus Tollens
Poetrynodus tollens n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn't make sense to you anymore. (dictionary of obscure sorrows)
