The thing we hide behind
The filters
The makeup
The scars we inflict on ourselves
I dare not look at my face
I dare not see my flaws
I'd rather wear a mask
And hide behind the layers
My insecurities eating me away
The more I try to fix myself
The more I destroy me
What was once beautiful is an
obscure mess
And I can't take off the mask I hide
behind
Because without that mask I am
nothing
YOU ARE READING
ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ)
PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
