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Changing Masks
Changing Masks
faces of my life. ever changing, melding together. the side that the world sees; happy; full of bubbling energy. laughing with people, and caring about people. no one gets under the shell. it's hard from years of constant use. who am I? am I a reflection that I see in the glass before me, or the image being reflected? where are the lines of my convictions about life and love; sharp and harsh in some places and blurred and changing in others. the feeling of detachment; floating about the world and observing all that goes on below, but not a part of it. caged behind the bars of tradition and who I am supposed to be and how I am supposed to act. but the doors remain closed.
Changing Masks
faces of my life. ever changing, melding together. the side that the world sees; happy; full of bubbling energy. laughing with people, and caring about people. no one gets under the shell. it's hard from years of constant use. who am I? am I a reflection that I see in the glass before me, or the image being reflected? where are the lines of my convictions about life and love; sharp and harsh in some places and blurred and changing in others. the feeling of detachment; floating about the world and observing all that goes on below, but not a part of it. caged behind the bars of tradition and who I am supposed to be and how I am supposed to act. but the doors remain closed.
Changing Masks
Changing Masks
faces of my life. ever changing, melding together. the side that the world sees; happy; full of bubbling energy. laughing with people, and caring about people. no one gets under the shell. it's hard from years of constant use. who am I? am I a reflection that I see in the glass before me, or the image being reflected? where are the lines of my convictions about life and love; sharp and harsh in some places and blurred and changing in others. the feeling of detachment; floating about the world and observing all that goes on below, but not a part of it. caged behind the bars of tradition and who I am supposed to be and how I am supposed to act. but the doors remain closed.
Changing Masks
faces of my life. ever changing, melding together. the side that the world sees; happy; full of bubbling energy. laughing with people, and caring about people. no one gets under the shell. it's hard from years of constant use. who am I? am I a reflection that I see in the glass before me, or the image being reflected? where are the lines of my convictions about life and love; sharp and harsh in some places and blurred and changing in others. the feeling of detachment; floating about the world and observing all that goes on below, but not a part of it. caged behind the bars of tradition and who I am supposed to be and how I am supposed to act. but the doors remain closed.