True Self
Location
Okay,
Honest hour…
The purest form of me
Is something that even I don’t get to see.
The lonely, fragile yet caring heart
hides behind The ruthless part
which in return is covered by another layer of shy and sad
But I can’t be that nude and fine, even when I am on cloud nine
I tell myself to stand Tall and Proud,
But I am nothing more than a seed in the ground
Waiting for my chance…
My shower…
To show myself and sprout
But until then layer by layer I will unravel
I will Unwrap and maybe
I see what exactly am I without my filters
Cause I all am are my filters , my guides
This poem is about:
Me