Behind The Glass

put behind faded glass

my image blurred and crass

they make what they want to see

rather than what I'm meant to be

behind the glass I sit

trying not to lose it

because they want the image to be

the real and actual me

but take the filter away

and the morphing hands do stray

I can stand, free to be

whoever I want to be

free to be spazzy at last

free to be a writer at last

free to be shameless at last

free to be a human at last