It's time I took off this mask
And showed who I really am...
The instant gratification of male attention and
Instagram likes and Snapchat views
Is something I'm guilty of.
But it's fake, not real love. In the absence of love, I fill myself with false intentions.
I'm addicted to this lie.
-And-
For myself,
My psyche,
My emotion,
The part of me that cares too much
That I take this mask off.
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Teardrops On My Pen: volume I
PoetryA collection of original poems written by yours truly
