My brain is a sea of thoughts
They swirl around each caught in a current of uncertainty
The surface appears smooth as glass
Look beneath and you will see the inner turmoil that is me
Everyday i paint my face to get ready to face the world
To many people think they know the real me
That is one thing i can never be
Society isn't ready for something like me
The broken skin the fractured soul
Crowds would run away in droves from the sight of a true me
The effort it takes to put up the facade is wearing me down
I wish i was able to melt back into the ground
Unfortunately for me i must be seen
For now i will struggle to be a normal human being
While my true self shrivels and fades away
Until the day i can simply slip away
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CInderella_Pixie (Pseudonym) (
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Battles, thoughts, wars. And they're all in our heads. Those are the monsters we take to bed.
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