The hands that holds the masks are tired.
I have rotated between left and right
I have shifted pressure between fingers
I have tried pinning it on
Man, I have done it all
But the hands are just tired.
I just cannot hold up this facade anymore
I have resolved to show me more
Though I’ll still smile in my darkest hour
At night I sit and cry helplessly in the shower.
#faithinit
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I am human patiently accepting myself. I am unapologetic about being wild, and untamed. I am always open to new things and I only accept good vibe and positive energies. I love people and life and the world is my playground. I love children, animals and elderly people. I write to express and understand my thoughts, feeling and behaviors. It's self therapy and a visualization tool. I am a selfish loner at times a very sensitive INTJ.
I am an aspiring psychological disorders and consumer behavior researcher and practitioner, living with Bipolar 1.
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