Can you see through my mask?
The one that never wants you to ask,
how I am feeling on the inside?
Ignoring the mask I am forced to wear on the outside.
Or how did I gain these scars that you see?
Or what about the being inside that hides from even me?
The one that wants to do you harm for ignoring it for so long,
just wanting to find a place to belong.
Can you see the soul of Ying and of Yang hidden in my body?
Slowly becoming merged together and to bury,
my undefined mind of gray like the world around and soul of blue,
so imaginative and free from the world that sees me so askew.
I am hidden by so many a mask that saves yet destroys my heart,
making me long for the day that I finally part,
from the masks that make me only what people see of flesh, bone and blood,
not allowing me to be shown to the world in a fresh, new, bud,
of potential life and creativity that hides in my soul,
waiting to be released from this hole,
whenever I think I see freedom,
I have it snatched so quickly befor