With the cheers and praise,
I smile with glee
How many times I wish
That you see me as a human,
Just as you are
Who gets confused,
And feel hurt,
Who wants to be held
And told, ‘I love you‘.
Instead, I have to wear a mask,
One that the world likes
That exudes confidence,
With a sprinkle of arrogance,
At least you’ll know I don’t joke
I am forced to live a life,
One that I sometimes may not like.
Sometimes, I am being seen through
Like a mirror;
And when the perfect image is broken,
I am just swept aside,
And all is left is a man,
Who wanted everyone to see him
As a perfect man unless that…
He is not perfect
(c) Chukwudi I.
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