I Am

June 24, 2019

I wear layers

And I wear them with pride

But I don't easily shed them

For in them, I have a lot to hide

Just beneath this not so beautiful skin

There is a layer that has a lake of tears

Of all those I swallowed

And of everyone who lived in fear

This lake is huge, a very tiny one

It is only pleasing for the eyes, for it cannot be out for any use

Made of every girl who had shed tears on my shoulders

Of not-so-perfect relationships, hidden fears and abuse

It seems shallow but it is not

It's depth can only be gauged, only by plunging in it

Made up of laughing faces, showing that they are perfect

That lake's base isn't exactly pretty

The layer next to the lake is like a marshy forest

Overgrown trees, trampled plants, it has it all

Be careful if you ever step in it

And don't turn even if you hear someone call

For in the layer next to the forest and the closest to my soul

There lives a creature, who's white as milk

She looks ever beautiful

Her hair seem like woven silk

But don't fall for her, don't befriend her

Her looks don't match her intentions

If you ever get closer to her

You'll suddenly be reminded of all your tensions

Once inside her vicious grip, she will laugh that cruel laugh

And slowly the world will start fading around you

If and when you finally manage to get out of all the layers

Your mind will be clogged, what happened, you'll have no clue

I am an amalgamation of all of this

I am not as easy as I look

I might seem like a diary, with my secret written in Morse code

I will just make you believe that I am an open book

~Meet

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