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Mask

I'm nothing special,
I never have been,
Just deluded,
To think that, they could of seen.
Why don't they like me?
What did I do wrong?
I tried joining in, playing along.

I guess it's just, me.

Little glances,
The louder silence.
Giving out, so many chances.
Why do I feel this way,
They don't give a shit,
About what I say.
Yet here I am waiting,
For fake Nicities.

Turned to self violence.
The masking, the self hatred, I put on a show.
Hoping that they don't, know. But I know they know.
And that makes me turn.
Turn on myself, hate on myself.
Written by Hearica
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Author's Note
I'm neurodivergent and growing up undiagnosed has led me to look at the themes that follow me. Friends I can't make, side eyes and fake smiles. Which only ever led me to hate on myself, when I really shouldn't.
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