The me I am with me
Shall never be when I’m with you
The me I am with you
Won’t dare be when I’m with him
The me I am with him
Sits still while I’m with her
The me I am with her
Fades away in front of them
With every emotion, a different personality
Painting faces in suffocating spaces
Authenticity hides behind insecurities
Depreciating with each conversation
Losing touch with the feel to be human
Nerves once engaged now numb
We’re blind to admitting patients
For personalities we’ve all become
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