We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
makes perfect sense. I totally get it, and I see it in the people I follow who I know personally who are completely different in real life than they are on tumblr. What kills me, is that since I know them, i know that they’re just trying their hardesstttt to be considered cool.I’ll admit when I first joined tumblr I was guilty of those things, until I became aware of this behaviour when I saw it in others. But since then I’ve been authentic on my Tumblrand my followers get a chance to see who I truly am. And I believe that when people do that Tumblr becomes a great tool for self expression, and provides it’s users with a chance to be introspective.
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