What Lies Beneath
Without my filters
Is a crazy world inside my head.
I am an Aston Marton in a world of Lotuses,
Hiding behind my sideskirts.
I am a female road course driver,
Hiding behind my boyfriend's car.
I am an avid reader,
Hiding behind.....
Nothing.
I love reading.
I am a craft beer connoisseur
Hiding in a world of wineos.
I have a loud mouth,
Hiding behind a shy demeanor.
A judgmental family pulls
One direction after the other.
But as I grow older,
I become more myself every day.
I lose another filter day by day.
This poem is about:
Me