A version of myself.
Entirely different from the one that I expose
Kept flawlessly preserved behind a mask
A mask that not only covers my face,
But stitches my lips into place.
Not a sound of remorse comes quivering out
And my eyes give out no question in mind.
Only at home when my face is scrubbed clean
My lips begin to loosen
With a pen in hand,
My words begin to glide across the page
Almost as if a new person has taken over
Someone different from what others see
One with creativity too afraid to set free.