They treat me as I act,
because I show not who I am.
They accept my false reality,
while i feel lost in another realm.
To lose yourself by own choice
for others constant approval and rejoice.
Deafens oneself from their soul and God,
leaving them mute with no voice.
Instead you are a recording,
cleared by pre-destined approval.
Your thoughts generally unauthentic,
like the mass printing of a mural.
You seek others to keep you satisfied,
while your conscience shatters from inside.
From looks you've got it figured out.
While within, Civil war,
between the mind and heart breaks about.
left face down drowning in your own ego,
creeps these damning qualities you fail to see grow.
Choking down and swallowing your true self,
that you deeply hate to show.
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Author:
Bay Wright (
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Comments2
Chameleon or people pleaser. I love this poem. It it so hard to be true to yourself.
Great write
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