I am fighting that mask
The one that has kept me disconnect
From myself and your eyes
I am just an amber
Still burning
As young as the day I was born
For I
Have let others dictate
My appearance
And most importantly
My voice
My voice is my mind
Projecting my thoughts and ideals
But I have been forced
Subjected
To believe
To conceal
My wonderment
For it was too infantile
But isn't it that infant
That we need to nurture
And let it grow
With the understanding
That it can take it
All in
And come up with
A choice
A thought
That is neither
Right or wrong
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