My Part
The peculiar part I play while living this life
Invites others into my comedy
My Tradgedy stops them from seeing inside the realm
Of insecurities I wear like stained second-hand clothes picked up at a Thrift Store.
They knock at my door, asking for passage
Begging for permission to see past the sentinel smile
Guarding the Truth living deep within
a little girl.
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