My biggest fear
Is for someone to see
The shadow of my mask
Then realize it's there
And rip it off of me.
Then they'll see the true face,
One so empty,
so drained out
so frozen, as of a corpse,
one that needed a mask to begin with.
YOU ARE READING
asylum of mine
Poetrypoetry collection from the depth of depression and confusion. sex identity fear blood happiness mirrors Religion