why can't i focus on myself?
the truth to my being is within
but i'm playing hide and seek
seeking masks and covers
lovers undercover
ghosting on myself
because
i don't like the shadows lurking
looking at myself from different dimensions
living life with weak intentions
running from the mirror
because demons and ugliness cover the interior
all i do is draw a smiley face
like it's a permanent marker that stays
only it's temporary to save face.
YOU ARE READING
Caterina's Confessions
PoetryI want you to feel my pain and pleasure. A collection of my poems. (Painting is by Annie Lee)
