In recession scared
When reality came
Appearances as beauty
In showcase I had
Selling myself
On insistance
It did break like
A piece of glass
I had to conceal
Myself
I was consumed
In idealistic endeavours
To please
In my destiny
I realised
What was needed
Was not myself
But a mask
25/2/2009
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