I just want to hide
from what I'm feeling inside.
Is this me?
What happened to the innocent child
who laughed and smiled?
She has gone away
and left me to stay
here in this place forever.
I am doomed to myself,
a book on the shelf.
This monster with my face
is going to win the race.
What has happened?
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