Trapped
"Look like this-
be like that"
It's a never-ending task.
Pressures forcing down on me
To Hide, beneath my Mask.
"Don't show them who you really are,
for they cannot accept,
the individuality that makes myself unique,
the secret I have kept."
So I transform into a simpler form,
one to which they can relate
one who seems perfect in everyway.
One to which, Ive grown to hate.
I'm being torn apart, but no one knows
the things I feel inside
So I write them down, instead of making a change
it's the only way to hide.
I'm not as perfect as they think
but I can't let any of them know
I would no longer be accepted,
I'd reach an all time low!
But what would be the lowest?
Living in fear of making a mistake?
Not showing to the world, who I am
And that I'm not just a Made-up Fake.
So I will free myself of these layers,
I've adapted so long ago.
I will once again, be myself
Able to let my colors show.
It'll take some getting used to,
Some time for them to adapt
But why should I change myself for them?
No longer, will my layers keep me trapped
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lust, greed, glutony, and sloth these are four of the seven deadly sins yet quiet a few people fill these emotions daily and over half of the people that do fill it give in.