
We are all walking shadows,
Lights dimly burning,
Each one carrying burdens
We pretend aren’t there.
We wear masks not our own,
Borrowing lives
So we don’t live in pain,
Or drown in sorrow.
We roar in laughter,
Smile a little too hard,
Afraid to be seen
For who we are inside.
How long can this last?
How far can we go –
Living through a life
We cannot claim our own?
“Every mask is heavy, but we carry them like skin.”

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