What do you see when you look at me
Do you see the person I see when I look in the mirror
Is what you see a mere reflection of what I let you see
I take Gods artistic tools
And I change the way I look to the outside world
Like a clown
I mask who I really am inside
The real me. . .
The real me is huddled up inside in a corner deep in my mind
The real me fears your rejection
I only want to be accepted as me
And so using those tools
I master a new art
I unmask something new and never before seen
Because now all I can see is me.
YOU ARE READING
My Works
PoetryThese are just some poems I've written over a few years. . . This is just a few by the way ^_^
