TW: mental health struggles, fear of rejection, self doubt and insecurity, emotional distress
(We all conceal behind our masks, Some don them briefly, fleeting tasks, While others shape with careful art, A guise for every soul, every heart Yet, dear reader, understand, This truth extends a gentle hand: Your soul's beauty remains untamed, Its essence pure, its light unnamed. The masks we wear do not deface, But rather guard, with tender grace, A treasure rare, of boundless worth, Deserving of the utmost berth.For in each hidden, guarded part, Lies the precious core, the tender heart, Not diminished, but more profound, A precious gem, by love, surrounded.)
In shadows where my secrets hide,
A fear I carry deep inside,
That you will see, as clear as day,
The flaws I wear in disarray.
For in my heart, a truth does dwell,
A side of me I cannot quell,
A fear that you, with piercing eyes,
Will see through all my thin disguise.
That you will find the broken parts,
The doubts that plague my weary heart,
And see the person I've become,
A life where light has seldom shone.
My biggest fear, it grips my soul,
That you'll perceive the fractured whole,
And realize the depths of shame,
The guilt I bear, the tarnished name.
I dread the day your gaze will shift,
And all my masks will slowly lift,
Revealing what I strive to hide,
The darker thoughts I keep inside.
For in your eyes, I've found my light,
A beacon in the endless night,
But fear consumes, and shadows creep,
That you'll discover secrets deep.
So here I stand, in silent plea,
That you might never truly see,
The person I believe I am,
A soul beset by endless damn.
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