i don't even know myself.
ever since the beginning of
6th grade i've been molding this
perfect guy,
the one who's funny and nice
and cheers you up when you're sad,
changing masks based on the person.
but what mask do i put on when i'm
alone?
i don't know what my personality truly is.
i'm numb when i'm alone,
no emotions show in my mind.
i'm scared i'll never know who i am.
i'm a stranger to myself,
the person in the mirror looks foreign.
personality's from hundreds of people
molded into one just to please everyone
but which one is mine?
the longer i live the more i realize i'm
a fabricated person who never had a
chance to be real.
m.r
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