The Struggle

The struggle…

It was there inside,

Underneath

All the smiles

And pretension.

A mask of many faces

Worn on many occasions

Painted, plastic

What a masterpiece

It was then.

 

Now when rising up

There is no need for masks

Or pretension.

All washed away

And beauty takes its place

True beauty.

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