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Behind The Mask

I smile to hide the hurt,
I smile to hide the pain.

I pretend that I am happy,
I pretend to give a damn.

I hide behind a mask,
and I do it very well.

An icon of self-indulgence,
the bringer of my own pain.

A chameleon to the fullest extent,
why bother having my own name.

I fool the world, I fool myself.
Have I no shame?!

Without the mask, where would I hide?
I'm lost in my own lie.




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