I think there may be something wrong with me...
It used to be different, it used to be better. Now the smile I wear upon my face is a fake, and the only ones who can make it real have no desire to do so.
I wear a mask every day, yet I am desperate to take it off. Although it conceals me, providing safety from rejection, I seek for someone to look underneath. Everyone seems too busy, or too different to understand. Am I that strange? Am I too... anything?
I try to be a true friend. I try to love, the way my Saviour taught us to love. But it makes no difference, because even I couldn't really accept what I long for. I would glue my mask back onto my face, and pray that what I did would change the situation - but it would.
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