This mask must break before I shatter

Lest worst of all the things that matter

Die in the dust beneath the feet

Of those who told me who to be


It shatters and I fall apart

Pick up the pieces of my heart

Lay a mosaic of broken dreams

This skin was never what it seemed


Leave behind this empty shell

Off self-made misery and hell

And fill the void inside my heart

With things I love, hold dear and art

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