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How do you learn to be yourself?
When pictures of strangers
and those unseen try to
write your role, define
the furthest reaches of difference
If those around you wish for one person,
someone less than the image
held in your secret third eye
and you compromise for fear
of being left alone, having
none to share with the triumph,
defeat or trials of daily life
When your choice is between
the self you could be and the self
others love, how do you learn
to erase the lines drawn for you to fill,
to expand beyond the simple box?
How do you define yourself, when
you become lost in the translation
of everyone else's eyes?