What I Want You To See
The masks we wear are carefully crafted
by those around us and the ways they've acted.
The color depicts a story untold
my thoughts and memories both warm and cold.
The expression is the face I wish them to see
an illusion, a distraction to hide what's beneath.
If my true self is bold, confident, and brave
I'm arrogant and selfish and far too vain.
If my true self is sad, a lonely affliction
then all I am is a girl seeking attention.
My mask is me: adaptive and shifting,
to show a person, far more befitting.
Underneath is someone confusing, too self aware
a burden others should not have to bare.
My colors would be too many and always changing,
My expression inconsistent, the previous erasing.
You see me but only what I allow you to see
all in order to live in this biased society.