Who are we really?

Are we the people we make believe we are? Are we pretending to be something we are not? We like people's post on Facebook and these people we might not know. We follow people on Instagram who use filters and change their look for greater followers. My question is who are we really?

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Anger

Sometimes I can't control my anger, I'm sorry it's something inside my brain The darkness the horror it sometimes slips I can't control it until I'm with you.