Hidden beneath the many masks i wore, I've finally found myself.
The spark of recognition in one's eye's is unforgettable, Indescribable, yet still missing.
We walk through halls like dolls, always on display,
so fragile and beautiful their own individual but Critiqued!
Society has shaped and molded our souls to what they wanna see, but it's up to us to choose who we really want to be.
