It’s over;
I can’t do it anymore.
It’s gone on five years-
Five years too long;
All that pretending, becoming someone I’m not
Trying to be perfect,
The safety anonymity brought;

And now I’m lost.

I lost myself in this pretense and
I don’t know how to go back;
Because back in the past, it wouldn't be me-

Not the me I want to be.

The End

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