It bothers people--about the masks they wear. It has never really bothered me, because I know of the disadvantage of being vulnerable. I love my masks. I flaunt them. Each one is beautiful, each one is shelter. Everything is a storm and my masks are trees I can hide under. The light is harsh so I prefer the shadows.
I hate removing my masks. I hate it. I hate it because then I am left open, ready to be judged by someone who just won't understand. It's easier, when you aren't yourself. You can give bits and tidbits, and twist things so people won't hate you as much. You can reveal parts of yourself without really revealing yourself.
I miss my mask. I miss the safety.
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PoetryMy soul within rages like a sea--it crashes against this world like the waves ravage the shoreline.
