Callow Youth
Location
I’m on the inside looking out
Biding my time till I can stride out
I push and I pull and I purposefully repeat
But these durable bonds are unbreakable
My unlivable cage is indestructible
I yearn to be free
Free to reveal the ideal me
For the genteel me is a fighter –a lover
A sister –a mother
The unreal cannot appeal to the real me
Simply and plainly they don’t look past
Past these bars and these chains
My scars and my pain
But some see nothing
No problem amiss
Keep moving, keep walking
Nothing to see Miss
Every day I don eggshells made of bone
A mask that makes me feel so very alone
Why, you ask?
Do I wear the hated mask?
I’ve learned that most people,
Don their own spurned version of a mask
But those true special few
The ones that consistently rap at you core
Will be the ones that you will feel enraptured towards
Bonds wrought over time
Are most sought out when they don’t cost a dime
Until my temporary callow time is terminated
I’ll escort my mask, to sort through the shallows,
And allow those with persistence
To be the ones to crumble my resistance
And allow me to finally heal
To hale the real me and vitally remove my veil.