Impressions lie
Confidence, a shell,
the pigment you see.
Confidence, the lie,
all, but me.
Doubts and fears,
churning inside.
Hurt and anger,
things I hide.
Persona a facade,
a game of pretense.
Persona the wall,
a wall immense.
poem by Mandy Lee
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