Rise

I am tired of me 
No, the world won't see 
I wish I was free
I desire my dreams
I hide all the screams
Life is a hard task 
I evade a cask
I wear a fake mask

I try to do norms
Tick boxes and forms 
I get caught in storms
How do others win?
Do they also sin?
Vomit to be thin 
My Mother is wise 
Stop my lies to rise
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