I don’t think anyone really knows me.
I put on so many different faces, Sometimes I can’t even tell that it’s me.
I wish someone would give me a momentary peace.
I have so many thoughts,
Some troubling you see.
Are we just pretending?
Fitting in a world that seems never-ending?
Should I rip off the mask and let everyone see.
The true me?
Do I even know her?
Or was she crafted from months of taking on another persona?