A Front

Fronts are a form of

Protection. I hide behind

One everyday to mask my

Imperfections. Confidence

Is best for me because

You have to love yourself

Before you can ever even think

Of being with someone else.

I love to be the sunny one

When something is amiss;

To say that it will be okay and

That’s sealed with a kiss.

But my front of confidence

Is actually a jibe at all those

Bullies all my life who made

Me want to cry. Eventually I

Guess it will become a true

Part of me, yet for now a

Front’s a front but will not

Always be. 

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