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Things are differant when your like me. Living in a world that just wont get you, no matter how much you try. people wont accept you. they wont even try. sure you put on a happy go lucky face but it never really means anything. at night you still go to sleep with the sense that youll never have the life that other people have. one of peaceful existance, of normalcy, of acceptance.But of course you wake up in the morning and go to school, never letting on that your in pain. Like a mask you let everyone else paint.
your mask is white in the morning. and all the colors of the day mix and turn it black. at night you paint it the perfect shade of red. but next morning its washed clean, white like the artists canvas ready to be painted again into that same blackness that you will again paint red and will be scrubbed clean. Into the mask that everyone else paints.
A stillness sets over your body. But your mind twists and turns like sails in the wind. moving across a tormented sea. the storm of life tosses the ship everywhere the ship stays sturdy but the passengersare scared not knowing if theyll make it through the night. They survive but the ship is damaged. Like a crack in the mask that everyone else paints.
day by day you start to yearn for freedom. The thing noone else can give you. the thing that is most wanted. you start racing for it like a fire races for the dead branches. you take your chissel and hammer and start to remove your painted mask. you are so close to being free of the mask that everyone else paints.
your first breath as a free man feels like a tsunami welling up inside you ready to crash down on the graffiti that now lay at your feet. your bonds are broken and you tear off the mask that every one else paints you now have the life that you wanted. peace, normalcy, and acceptance not from any colors that they give you but from your true color the one that had been covered so many times. you look at the shattered remains of the mask that had been painted by everyone else, and smile. For now you paint yourself.
and the mask that everyone else painted never turned black, never turned red, and never returns to white.
your mask is white in the morning. and all the colors of the day mix and turn it black. at night you paint it the perfect shade of red. but next morning its washed clean, white like the artists canvas ready to be painted again into that same blackness that you will again paint red and will be scrubbed clean. Into the mask that everyone else paints.
A stillness sets over your body. But your mind twists and turns like sails in the wind. moving across a tormented sea. the storm of life tosses the ship everywhere the ship stays sturdy but the passengersare scared not knowing if theyll make it through the night. They survive but the ship is damaged. Like a crack in the mask that everyone else paints.
day by day you start to yearn for freedom. The thing noone else can give you. the thing that is most wanted. you start racing for it like a fire races for the dead branches. you take your chissel and hammer and start to remove your painted mask. you are so close to being free of the mask that everyone else paints.
your first breath as a free man feels like a tsunami welling up inside you ready to crash down on the graffiti that now lay at your feet. your bonds are broken and you tear off the mask that every one else paints you now have the life that you wanted. peace, normalcy, and acceptance not from any colors that they give you but from your true color the one that had been covered so many times. you look at the shattered remains of the mask that had been painted by everyone else, and smile. For now you paint yourself.
and the mask that everyone else painted never turned black, never turned red, and never returns to white.
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