I never showed myself to the world,
I never removed the mask from my face when covid ended,
I never let people see my heart that was smashed into microscopic pieces left in my chest,
I never let boyfriends see behind my eyes,
And I never let family see past themselves in me,
But why did I hide?
Why was I so scared for people to see my smile or the glue holding my heart together?
And why am I still scared?
Why do I hide under my blankets from the monster that is myself?
This monster people tell me to fear but yet I never see.
Maybe because like the boogeyman it doesn't exist,
Maybe there was no monster to disguise from the start,
So again I ask myself, Why do I hide?
-NUMBAFTERYOU
P.S I'm writing a story called I love, mi amor. If you search it up on here you'll find it but its on a diff acc because i had lost this one for a bit.
