Like a magical wardrobe lost in time
Behind the fur coats you will find
A door way to an open Skye
Influenced by the virtue of others,
A constant war fought inside,
Beyond a veil where most reside.
Trespassers searched throughout
Surprised by the beauty,
Of my true self
Distant from the eyes
You will find a condemned soul.
An emotional past
Carved the landscape
Of my internal being
Through the wardrobe
A different world exists
Cloacked and hidden much like my mind
Behind the curtain
Is someone who cowers inside her stature
A person running from pain.
One who hides her progressive mind
In order to fit into the box of society's ideas,
To keep her heart safe, under lock and key.
Followed "Fake it 'till you make it"
For so long
I don't know how to move back.
Behind the fur coats,
Well hidden and out of sight
The truth about me