Hidden identities by a mask
An elusive front
Almost blank ,flicker of emotions may pierce through the windows of your soul.
NO ....
Bring up the walls ,
Protect your self
Let the soul become cold as an early winter morning.
The mask is security , numbness fills his heart.
It is a need one can't breathe without .
Leaving without is like a
face without makeup
Bare ,raw ,full of imperfection
Vulnerability radiating like the first ray of sun piercing the once night sky.
It is real ,it is beautiful.
It only slips off once and behind it is a bitter,cruel scared little person.
After a moment of weakness the mask slips back into place .
The mask wraps the insecurities ,bad habits,fears ,terror in a clean neat bow.
Teeth detached and claws retracted.
Mask in place the monster hides in plain sight
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Leaving only a shell of perfection but hollowness on the inside.
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RandomMe rambling about the little things in life,while dealing with anxiety and other ups and downs.
