Sitting by the window sill with a cigarette in hand,
Hiding from everybody who I really am.
The mask is imbibed so deep,
That I have forgotten how reality feels.
The scarring mark is a little too surreal,
The piece of trauma is nothing ferial.
Not so happy with the journey so far,
Waiting for the end to shine with the stars.
A story pained with a lot of tar,
Clinch so hard to ensure no door is left ajar.
Something about lying feels comforting,
The truth slowly seems to be deserting.
The makeshift persists but it is a sham,
Maybe that’s who I really am.
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Bombay Ficus 
Lying isn’t always bad. Sometimes it’s comforting, especially when it seems people do not get the truth. Don’t feel guilty about it. Until you have the energy to explain or talk about it, do whatever makes it easier for you to stay afloat. Take care 🙂
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Love this ❤
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It’s an amazing writing….sometimes it’s easier to hide the truth….but I can say one thing with certainity….it’s not who you are in reality….though it feels like that at present….am I wrong?….if you weren’t feeling like that….then you would’ve never written these deep lines….
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Beautifully written, sad, relatable and very expressive. I think a lot of people can relate to hiding how they feel, and feel like they haven’t gone far enough. However it is so important to hang on in there.
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Well written 🤩👌👌👌
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Insights into our make up and how we use it proves helpful in sticky situations. Tar or no tarring when the taint lies within. Oohm interesting 🤔
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I just got stuck when you wrote sitting on a window with a cigarette, cigarette!!!
Very well written.
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Woah. The first lines described me a lot. This is beautifully written, i love it. Keep it going! Well done!
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Beautifully penned…
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I relate strongly to the feeling of wearing a mask, I’m working hard at authenticity and it’s harder than some would think. There’s a pearl jam lyric that goes “ let the ocean wash away my past, let the sunshine burn away my mask”. Feels appropriate. Nice work best wishes
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Well written!
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Maybe you are only stuck in the position you have? Or is what you know? Or is where you find “your” comfort?
I prefer the truth because … I would rather have the truth myself, so I know who is sincere… even if the truth hurts for a moment – I want that, let me see, ya know? I want to know what’s around me.
And I tell the truth because I feel like if someone can’t take my truth, then they shouldn’t be in my life. I am not meant for them. Truth sets me free for myself.
And I don’t have to remember anything else. So just easier for me. I can be at ease when someone is truthful… when they lie – I am guarded.
If someone lies to me and I find out… I won’t ever trust their words again. They will not come close to me.
Lies can be stressful, and they can also hurt others.
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Bravo I love this piece of work 👋😺
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So much of depth in your words
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It always takes efforts to unmask oneself and guts to be real… But what you gain is something humongous!! Nothing else can match with that feeling!!! Worth the efforts!
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🙂
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