Always hiding.
Behind clothes,
make up, and words.
Sometimes feeling
as though you
will never break
free. Widhing that
you could just
be yourself.
Wondering when you
will see the day
that people won't
judge you for what
they see, but for
what you are inside.
Waiting for people
to see the beauty
within.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Behind the Mask
RandomThis is my first book. All of these poems are real to me. Please comment if you like it, but no hate please. Enjoy!!!
