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.
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.