My Shell
Shy. Normal.
These are the masks that protect me from the rest of the world.
They can't see me.
Most of them have never seen me.
Sure, they've seen my outer shell, my mask,
But they can't see who I am and who I aim to be.
Inside I am sensitive and vulnerable
And if they saw this
They would attack me,
Not physically,
But with their words and lies.
Behind this mask is a girl
Who has mood swings and break downs;
A girl who loves music and sings and dances around the house
Even though she isn't that talented.
Inside there is an athlete who works hard no matter what
Because she feels guilty otherwise.
The girl, this girl that not many have ever seen
Is sarcastic and funny and creative.
She loves her friends and family with her whole heart.
She has dreams and desires that she keeps to herself
But thinks about all the time.
So they can see my mask that hides that girl
But nothing more
Because I want to be the real, crazy, happy me
Without others judging who I am
And judging everything that makes me, me.