My Shell

Tue, 08/26/2014 - 17:29 -- PIKE08

Shy.  Normal.

These are the masks that protect me from the rest of the world.

They can't see me.

Most of them have never seen me.

Sure, they've seen my outer shell, my mask,

But they can't see who I am and who I aim to be.

Inside I am sensitive and vulnerable

And if they saw this

They would attack me,

Not physically,

But with their words and lies.

 

Behind this mask is a girl

Who has mood swings and break downs;

A girl who loves music and sings and dances around the house

Even though she isn't that talented.

Inside there is an athlete who works hard no matter what

Because she feels guilty otherwise.

The girl, this girl that not many have ever seen

Is sarcastic and funny and creative.

She loves her friends and family with her whole heart.

She has dreams and desires that she keeps to herself

But thinks about all the time.

 

So they can see my mask that hides that girl

But nothing more

Because I want to be the real, crazy, happy me

Without others judging who I am

And judging everything that makes me, me.

Comments

Valeria24

I feel like I would really like to be your friend if I ever met you. You seem pretty awesome.

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