Masked
I wish I could take off this mask
it limits how much of me I can reveal
and how much I can see of the world
it's amazing how one thing
can get in the way of many
maybe it's best though
not to take off this mask
so I don't have to see the variety
of this thing we call life
and maybe it's not best
to show the broken down girl
the world has created
by its judgment
and false security of perfect
maybe it is for the better
that you never see that part of me
and I don't see the damaged world
full of unreachable expectations
and their wishes for me to be
absolutely perfect
This poem is about:
Me