Tell me why more than fifty percent of us live in the shadows.
Merely "skeletons hiding in paint" as Monet would describe.
We humans believe too much in how we "fit in"
so much an alternate character conceals us and they rise
An actor uses masks for an advantage
but for teens it is an alluring disguise.
The world becomes the major enemy
as teens are pushed into the front lines.
Some battle while others hide.
Those that hide are unfortunate fugitives
forced to assimulate
because society isn't
open to any type of differences.
Everyday on Facebook, i see
statuses, quotes, and photos of the same thing.
"Don't be decieved by the smile we percieve."
It's the trend of tradegy.
Our generation and the next
stand in the back ground waiting for a lead.
Then I think
"I've done the same."
I confess that i'm part of this.
I cringe, lie, smile just to survive
I wish I didn't but really I hide.
My "image " is strong, fearless,
"Miss Goodie Two-Shoes"
sophmore year, since the tenth grade.
See I moved into a small town
Bloomington or Fontana
whichever you prefer
And well this was a chance to create
a new name to an old one
But it was the same
and in every which way
It didn't bug me until i had to take the stage.
I had to be perfection and give in to everyone's demand
Or else i'll be that jerk that didn't give damn.
Pleasing people was the way I stood back
I hated it yet I was accepting this.
I tried and tried
to do what was right.
Right was doing things for only me.
Selfish, vain, and horrible hospitality
"Was I a maid to everyone's case?!"
I knew I wasn't this "hero"
I was better than that
in the most human way.
I made mistakes
that i live with to this day.
But i'm happy
because those mistakes were all proof i need
I did things for myself and i'm proud.
I took the mask of Perfect
and embraced my skin.
Freeing myself now.