Dear, Passerby

My billboard,

It represents me,

Its shows who I am,

It does not reveal my insecurities,

It shows my best side,

But I hide behind my billboard,

I change it every night,

So people think it’s real,

When people come to see my billboard I run and hide,

I’ve never been found,

The best part about my billboard is that it protects me,

For I am fragile,

My billboard reflects anger and screaming and disappointment,

But some gets through,

And every bit eats away at me,

My billboard is starting to wear down,

But I am the only one who knows,

For my billboard protects me,

And only shows the me I want to be.