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Beautiful Mess
My life is a mess,
I’m still finding my lost pieces,
Lost pieces that contain stories,
Lost pieces that will complete the rest.

I’ve been waiting for these thoughts,

Thoughts that destroyed me,
Thoughts that I can’t complete my ought,
Ought that I need to find myself.

They told me that I don’t have problems,

They told me I always smile,
They told me I’m stress-free,
Warning! I’m wearing a mask.
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Don’t be fooled by me,
Yes, this is not me,
Hiding my true identity,
Again, don’t be fooled by me.

I wear mask to dodge pang,

Even though I’m full of ache,
Maybe for somebody this is so absurd,
They know my name not my story.

Where can I find those lost pieces? Where

can I find my self?
Because this mask is hurting brutally,
If those pieces don’t show up and tell me
who I am,

I made my name,
Faking is my game.