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Each morning I awaken, I put on ‘the mask’
in order to perpetrate my sham.
At dusk, I’m wearied, tired, and exhausted after a
full day of trying not to be who I am.
The pressure is on.., society says, to be accepted by all others,
I must fit in no matter the cost, even if it means
forsaking my own brothers!

If you like me, then I like myself, I’ve found this fact
to be true. Your opinion of me dictates my worth
so what’s a body to do?
Maybe if I was who I really am, you might just like
me in spite of it. But, I can’t take the chance on the
hurt I would feel from a friendship unrequited.
 
So, to avoid being labeled the ‘black sheep’ in a
fold of socially accepted lambs
I spend my time and every fiber of my being
trying not to be who I am!

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