Behind the curtain
Beneath the skin
it's different than what's in front
Out for others to see
Eye contact feels like lasers
When people are staring, it feels like the world is closing in
Why is this wrong with me
I can't do this
They're judging me, I know it
The shackles of self-doubt are so present I'm surprised my wrists don't clatter when I move
But it's different that what's beneath
Taking a journey to the center of the earth is what it's like, really
Just like the earth's soil, it's easy to pierce my skin with words of hate and judgement
But dig through the soil, and you come upon a rock wall miles thick
Unfazed and immovable
Words can't penetrate rock. Neither can doubt, fear or intimidation.
So you get through the rock. Think I'm done yet? You're wrong.
Hot magma and iron churns and bubbles at the center
An unrelenting passion
All the water in the world cannot put it out
Neither can all the hate
This is not a hellish fire, but a fire of hope
At the center of the earth, it is its' heart, its' soul, its' desire
It lights up with passion, yet stays glowing even when vulnerable
This is a fire that will never be put out
Behind a rock wall that will never be rattled
Behind a body that just seemed so intimidated a few moments ago.
Nice to meet you.