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lostmyslef

Published: Mar 15, 2013

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I took my mask off,
showed my true face,
but you threw it back at me,
called me a disgrace.

No one wants to see.
No one wants to hear
about my hopes and dreams,
my memories and fear.

They'd rather I stayed quiet,
shy and in my place,
but I can't stay behind.
I want to run the race.

"No!" They cry.
Stay where you belong.
No one wants to hear
your misery song.

So crawl back in the dark,
with your monsters and fear.
Sit there quietly,
year after year.

Never going to get out,
never going to get free.
This is where I belong.
This is the truest home for me.

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