i put on a different face everyday
to different people
and i find that the people closest to me
i disguise the most
the smile i smear on my fake face
i smile with the intention
of hiding the superficiality of my true self
slowly easing myself off the surface of their eyes
blending in with the melancholy of bleakness
where i can feel safe
am i being melodramatic
for staying so morbid without a beam of light
inside the soul of my mind
over exaggeration
does that describe me
confusion
is this the person that i am
or am i the person that i was taught to become

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