Each and everyday,
I pretend and hide away,
Though many do not see,
That is not truly me.
I wish that I could show,
There's so much that they don't know,
But my past is still not known,
So they cant fear the unknown.
I like the feel of Smoke,
It gives me a comfortable cloak.
A place where I can hide my past,
A place where I can grow.
I really like the solidity of Ice,
It gives me a shield which is nice,
I can always feel protected,
And no one will know I'm affected.
I await the day that I can be,
The honest and true me,
Never hide away or plea,
The day I can throw my cloak to sea.