They demand that we mask ourselves
at times forcefully,
often in silent displeasure
Our truth
(un)consciously denied existence
They demand that we mask our spirits
Convincing us
to conform to society’s model
Woe be it
if we dare stand out
They demand that we mask our hearts
How, When, What
Who we love
endlessly judged by the monster
that is us
Beautiful piece
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