Masked Inferiority
The outside is built
of sturdy wood with a door
with corners on a tilt
and windows that adorn.
She walks with confidence and
strength of a lion.
Unharmed by any hand
she stands there tall, looking on
through the windows' gleam.
But inside is made
of flimsy cardboard, it seems.
The outside, it masquerades.
Filled with insecurity,
pain, and inferiority.