Mask

My mask is slowly crumbling.

Falling away.

Revealing my true self.

How will I live without it?

I hate what is behind this mask.

I despise everything that hides there.

I want the mask to become my true self.

I need my mask.

My true form is ugly

It’s terrifying

I can’t let you see me.

You’ll judge me.

You’ll hate me.

You’ll never want to see me again.

My true form.

My very being.

I hate it!

Why would you be any different?

-Shawna L Ferguson 2016

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