I'm so unfair.
I just hide under masks.
Will my friends ever know this side of me?
I hide my face under my hair.
I'm taking a breather when I say the teacher gave me a task.
It's probably best you don't know sad me.
But I lie.
I hate telling anyone my troubles.
Don't ask me why.
And when you read this my friends,
Don't try to see the sad me;
That hides in plain sight.
Because I'm unfair.
The moment you look away,
Is the second I look down with
misty eyes and and a clouded mind.
When you turn back Im starring you in the eye.
Smiling.
If I'm plain, I might as well do things plain.
Like hiding in plain sight.

YOU ARE READING
Plain Jane
PoezieWhy are you so plain? Hmm? Plain, you're plain. 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧 Poetry by yours truly.