For personal use
Everyone wears a mask
I sealed mine with a kiss
So it will last.
The darkness engulfed within
Curtain drawn high to shade away from those trying to pry in.
They want to help in every way
But how can they when they don't even know my dismay
Honestly, I wish I could be who others see me to be.
I want to be all laughs and smiles
Carefree, liberated and relieved of the bullsh-t.
I want to be a happier, less burdensome me
For the broken shards to make a puzzle.
To be utterly sure and complete
But my canvas is broad, torn, old, and strained.
Best thing to do is cover it up with foundation and brushes
To paint over the inside and create a better outside
Play masquerade and try on different personas
Build higher heels of confidence to balance my life upon
Everyone can appeal with the Outsider
She is the opposite within and what I am without.