It's all about puting on fronts and having to conceal who you really are, and so unsure about yourself, you keep things bottle up; although, you want nothing more than scream this is me.

Like a façade

My face for you is nothing more

Than pretense and fabrication.

A different face for each singular place

Depending on who you are

determines which one I wear.

      I’m suffocating inside

One for work, quiet and reserved

     Aren’t my screams heard?

I want to offer my opinion and off-kilter insight.

But I bite my tongue because I may come across as dumb

     I feel the hurt. 

     My breath grows short.

I feel like I’m dying.

Build up the façade, hide what’s deep inside

And wonder, when can I be just me?

The End

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