The color of my eyes are a dark brown.

The color of my skin is brown.

The lines of my arms and wrist leaves and obvious indents for everyone to see.

Everyone to notice.

Funny how these things are the most apparent thing about me.

The person who I am,

is not as apparent as these features on my body. 

The person I am, hides in the smoke,

blends in with the fire,

and watches from a far. 

That's what I am. And that is wrong.

This facade cannot continuance on any longer.

I shall not hide in the dark,

or hide in my eyes.

The person who I am does not hide in the crowd,

but the crowd attempts to hide from me. 

The person that I am does not allow her inner demons,

her inner insecurities,

her inner fears,

to stop the person that she is. 

The chains of fear have been broken.

The ropes of hiding have been released. 

My eyes have opened.

I'm not hiding behind my eyes no longer.

I run out to the middle of the circle.

People stare at my actions, questioning my logic.

Question all you want, 

but I am free.

I am alive.

I have nothing to hide.

Judge me for the person I really am,

but know your opinion will not stop me from living.

Here I am.

I have awoken.