Drops of Truth 

Rain drops softly roll down my windows.

There’s no storm, no wind, no threat.

Why am I so afraid?

As if I’ll be washed of my disguise,

that I’ve worked so hard on protecting.

My flaws are unravelling,

and I’m not ready to stand the rain.

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