Broken Masks

2 Mar

Broken masks,
Lie on the ground,
Scattered at my feet.

Shattered visages
To please other people,
I did try to be.

Why all these faces
Did I wear
If none made me happy?

I kneel to piece
Together the puzzle,
The mask that is truly me.

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