Anne Marron Rensel
Transformation - Poem by Anne Marron Rensel
When young, insecure, uncertain of my worth,
I learned to hide behind a mask
Of confidence and mirth.
Pleasing, and equal to the task,
Friends it gained, and pride
It has swallowed me;
There is nothing, now, to hide.
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