Hidden
The feelings that I feel are trapped in my inner soul.
The striving pressure still exists, pulling at my mind.
The sacred thoughts I keep, scared to let them out.
The overwhelming sense that gives me so much doubt.
The anger I keep inside, for the sake of everyone else.
I put on a mask, to make me more reliable to myself.
One day I will press through, but for now I have the real me hidden.
The striving pressure still exists, pulling at my mind.
The sacred thoughts I keep, scared to let them out.
The overwhelming sense that gives me so much doubt.
The anger I keep inside, for the sake of everyone else.
I put on a mask, to make me more reliable to myself.
One day I will press through, but for now I have the real me hidden.
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