Like the clothes you wear,
a persona you put on
tailored to “fit in”.

Your exterior emotions
crafted as a sculpture --
something abstract
with just a hint of its creator.

When the curtain is thrown open 
and the room of eyes
Scrutinize,
they’ll only see,
what you want them to.

Whether it be 
LiEs,
fries,
disguise,
or half truths…

It won’t be you.
Not all of you.

The imperfections you smooth over with a brushstroke,
are the loveable quirks 
that make you:
Relatable
Exciting 
Awesome
Loveable

The secrets we hide 
just burrow deep into our minds,
Tying thoughts into knots -- 
a tangled web of guilt and pride
where we stay, waiting 
for someone to come and find

Till we feel like no one
Could ever
Understand.

Watch the jewelry
as it slides across my skin.
Think about its beauty, 
cause I know you don’t notice mine.

Listen in awe, as I answer every question,
in quick succession
without mistake.
Cause the words that rattle in my throat,
hankering to be told,
are put on a boat
and sailed to an island
of their own.
To sit idle and clouded
since I’ve already decided,
You wouldn't want
to hear them.

Appreciate my imagination, 
I know inquiring about it
is too much to ask.

You see her
But I haven’t shown her

You befriend her
Yet you’ll probably never know her.