The mask I wore was seen through. Everyone saw but me. They saw through my own facade. I was a joke. Was I really? Was I there just for everyone to toy with my emotions? Was I there to make you happy? Was I there to be sad? No. I was there to make a difference. But I'm not. There isn't anything that I could bring to the table that wouldn't be rejected. There wasn't anything I could do. I was just living. Taking up more air then needed but barely had any easy breaths. I was living how most people do. They pretend everything is alright. They pretend that no one can see through everyone's masks they wore. I wasn't the only one. And neither are you. You're worth something. Stop giving up. Never stop trying. You are you and you could never be more perfect. Everything you do is perfect. Was there really such thing as imperfection.
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RandomPoems by Dana on. Realizations of the world. Some make sense but some don't. Some of these are things I go through. Things I went through. Some that which in my opinion is true.
