Acting is the thing I am most good at.
I use my skills everytime someone popular wants to chat.Putting on my masks, with all different kinds of traits,
They think I like to party, because my mask is so good it indicates.I'm naturally pretty with these weighs of makeup,
Having five million friendships with different people , but none of them are worth to breakup.Saying things like I care when I really don't ,
Forcing myself to be happy, because on the inside I know I won't.Being kind and pretending to like the things I rather not do,
In the end I tell myself it's worth it, if iI can be like you.I look into my reflection and take off this mask,
Being yourself when everyone else is perfect is a very difficult task.Scared of what they'll do and say,
Might as well pretend, and join their play.The times when I do be myself , I feel scared.
They won't accept me for who I am, constantly being compared.So I realized it's better to play the mask,
And be sure to finish my flask.All I'm doing is acting, acting , acting,
But this isn't who I am, it's eating at me, it's impacting.So one day I'm tired at these useless skills and take off the strings,
Let loose of my insecurity and break out into my own natural wings.I came again, took out the mask to play my role,
Realizing I have a beautiful life, face and soul.
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Rainy Days 🌂
Poetry~ Brief poems [ The real journey is if I can follow a dangerous path] [Friendships needs blocks that stack up one another. No matter how many times they fall down, if you try hard enough the blocks make a tower] Starting date 5/27/2017