Views From Behind

Dear Molly May,
I have a secret,
One you can’t spill.
Please know your limits,
You know the drill.

My life has been one of sadness.
Although my days are good,
I got to bed and hurt myself,
Saying words no one else could.

They all think I’m confident.
Little did they know,
I’m self-conscious and afraid,
Of opening my window.

Once the air floods in,
And the world catches a glance,
I’m afraid they will see me,
And wish they never had the chance.

So I keep my window locked,
And stare from afar.
I never told anyone this,
but Molly May, do me a favor,
And love who you are.

For once you are trapped behind the window,
The world turns off its light.
People view my life in color,
But to me, it’s black and white.

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