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Don't look at me
In a bar one afternoon
While sipping a glass of rum
Conversations make me numb
Boredom
And I drink, and I laugh
Only to discover alas
The illusion was a trap
Not truth
I question who I really am
Who I want to seem to be
Reality is hidden within
Behind the mask
Acceptance and rejection
Such a sensitive soul
Shame was long ago watered
And has grown
Don't look at the me who is not
Diluted version of the essence
Facade or charade, a need
For protection
Shooting star, the truth, the light
They are playing hide and seek
I can let them break free
And be
Truth is messy and imperfect
Softness and slowness, rawness
Embrace the nature of the being
Own it
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