It’s a porcelain disguise
this mask of mine,
its lustrous face reflecting
what people accept
what others want to see.
The ceramic mouth only lets me utter
lies and deceit.
Each lie this glimmering horror reflects,
a small crack embeds itself
creating hundreds of web like structures.
I desperately want to shed this-this
it has been my safety net
always comforting me outside my home.
My home is the only place I can
remove this guise, where I am
to be me.
But I have been consumed with all
of these lies.
That now the web permeates deeper
than the porcelaine.
itself slowly within my flesh,
so that when I
shed the mask I start to barely recognize myself.
The black tendrils removing the pink glow
from my face and neck,
replacing it with
Finally I see that the society I live in
is poisoning me.
I finally accept myself, my values, my ideas.
I realize that the light that is within me
has been dimmed to let the fear and societies beliefs
consume my own, bringing the light to a harsh flicker, clinging to
life, but I feel it now.
My light is outgrowing the fear, breaking the mold
society has in store for all those that fall in,
my light burning away this shell that has
encased me, imprisoned my heart.
The mask I hear it crackling
and smoldering. The once colorful,
opalescent mask, now chipping away
revealing the incandescence of my soul,
illuminating my skin.
I glance at the mask, slowly becoming
evanescent. I gaze at my new self,
the mirror reflecting back
the true me. Soft pink light warming
my skin. The harsh black sallowness
that took over is now fading away, flaking
off like pieces of ash. I can now
be proud to be