I have begun to wonder
how much of me
is truly
me
instead of
my expectations of myself.
What is left
when I allow myself
to be as I am
instead
of what I must be?
How much of who I am
is genuinely
myself
instead of my ego’s desire
on how to be perceived?
Who
really
am I?
~lt
We all wear masks. Sometimes so long we forget where the flesh meets the seams
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I would definitely agree with you there 🙂
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