I hide so much. Nobody knows what goes on in my mind, because of my perfected mask. Its a layer of silence, with a continual reinforcement of being able to ignore anything. I let few people past my mask, but if those few turn and hurt me, I have no protection. I don't want to let down my facade, but I try to build myself up to the image I have set up for others. I am indifferently compassionate.
None know my true self.
I don't know my true self.
Only God knows my true self, and that's the only thing in this crazy life I can rely on.
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