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Hiding Behind My Mask
By, Cassie C.
Why me?
Why am I the one, who has to hide their true self behind this mask?
To be accepted?
This world is so
cruel, so cold, so
narrow
minded.
I know I have a past.
They tell me not to hide my true self.
So why am I being forced to hide behind this mask?
To be accepted.
To be wanted.
To be loved.
To be a part of my family.
When growing up I was told to take off my mask, and show the real me.
That’s what we learned right?
But now I hide behind this mask, and cover the parts of my true self.
That others don’t want to see.
Just so they can accept me.
Published in A New Leaf – February 2025
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By, Carol M. I am an addict and a depressive. I wish I were manic depressive, but I have never experienced the up, just the down. Getting to the “almost OK” has been a struggle all my life. My first attempt at suicide was at eleven. Depression is a disease. In many ways it’s like…
Thought of the Month
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