If you saw the me I am
Instead of the me I wear
You wouldn’t believe me

If you saw the brokenness and tears
Instead of the smiles and joy
You wouldn’t like me

But in poetry I am anonymous
So I can tell you what I hide
That which is masked over

If I could be the opposite of me
Instead of whom I force myself to be
You would be shocked horribly

If you knew it was me who wrote these verses
Instead of some veiled name
You would too understand why I write poetry