Hiding


I’m hiding
Behind doors, and clothes, and canvases
They only see part of me
The part that I allow them to see
The part that I’ve worked on
The part I’ve sculpted and perfected
The side chiseled to fit society
Fit my family
Fit me.
Though the part they see is pretty
The part they see is whole
The part they see is vibrant,
It is never dull
But the lights turn off
And all the people leave
My smile turns to tears
My thoughts into fears
My glow disappears
But no one will see,
For I am in hiding.

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