Locked in,
Boxed in,
Trapping Me,
I’m chained for all to see,
I can see their scrutiny.

Judgement is everywhere,
I could say i don’t care,
That’s a lie,
That i can bear,
I can’t remove this mask i wear,
It can’t go anywhere.

My smile is my mask,
My sword and my shield,
I choose what people see,
People will not stare,
They don’t really care,
Those that do are something rare.

The End

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