I am not meant to be seen without my filter

She is the secret I hide under my bed.

I meet her from time to time

but I am always alone

and I am always in a hurry

to get back to pretending

like she doesnt exist

I was always taught as a child

to act like a lady and to never speak

my mind if it meant others could hear

Nobody wants to hear the screams anyway.

Therefore,

I keep her in a metal box

so my flames can't let her out

and I sew back on my button eyes

because if people don't know she exists

then maybe she really won't.