That Which is Written (a poem)
Though starkly intimidated
perhaps overly concerned
with what others think
still I reach out to you
Creativity in search of comfort
Though starkly intimidated
perhaps overly concerned
with what others think
still I reach out to you
Creativity in search of comfort
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
If I open up and share
all my struggles, all my shame
Will it reach the others
giving hope, replacing pain?
If I am going to do this
I will have to give it my all
No holding back
No holding back
It is time to bear my soul
Time to open up and take a chance
‘cause without truth there can be no love
No real love
Wearing my mask,
you see what I let you.
Only showing,
what is acceptable.
I hold back the pain,
pretend it’s all roses.
Never let you see,
what’s under the surface.
Ever feel like that little kid
with their hands over their eyes,
hiding in plain sight?
It’s funny how something as innocent as a mirror
can be the downfall of so many people.
I thought that I would sit down, and write just how I feel,
but right now, this point in time, nothing seems quite real.
The way that I was made,
the people I have known,
have all played their role,
in the way that I have grown.
All the things I’ve gone through,
the trials I have faced,
all those things, both good and bad,
have led me to this place.
My anger always turned to crying,
and my desperation turned to asking God one more time…
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